Every year we brave the cold to watch our stake's production of the Nativity story. There is just something sweet about being outside and watching all of the characters and animals come together to witness the birth of Jesus Christ. I always wonder if I was a part of the heavenly host singing Hosanna on that first Christmas night, or if those special spirits belong to those who already had their turn on earth. It doesn't matter where my premortal self was then, I know my spirit was rejoicing in His birth!
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