I like to decorate the Children's Church
to the point of gaudy, but have a little nativity set off in the corner
(I make the nativity set out of dolls and teddy bears and old puppets).
I then tell the kids that Jesus wasn't born in the bright gaudy lights
of the city, but in the quietness of a stable. Jesus still isn't found
in the bright gaudy lights of Christmas, but in the quietness of our hearts.