For me-like many of you, I’m sure-this is my very favorite Christmas carol. And under normal circumstances it is probably the one that I’d least want to meddle with, as it is so simply sacred, just as it is. But for me this project began to mean a lot more than just meddling. I lay awake several nights in a row, imagining the holy scene, and myself standing there. What would I have felt, and done? What was my response to the babe in the manger? What could I possibly have to say? What does his birth mean for me?