Beginning when my children were small, we had an Advent tradition that lasted many years. I had a shoebox covered in wrapping paper, with a slit in the top. There was a gift tag on it that read “To Baby Jesus.” We kept it under our tree and my kids would write something good that they did each day and put it in the box as a “gift” for the Lord. This lasted until the youngest of the three was in her teens. Over the years the box became full but it was never opened. Then when I was packing to move to California, I found it and opened it. I sat in the attic, reading what they’d written, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying. It was a difficult time for me but seeing that shoebox gave me a sense of peace because I knew in some small way, I raised my children with a sense of what the season was truly about.