It was the day after Christmas at a church in San Francisco . The pastor of the church was looking over the crèche
when he noticed that the baby Jesus was missing from among the figures. He hurried outside and saw a
little boy with a red wagon, and in the wagon was the figure of the little infant Jesus.
So he walked up to the boy and said, "Well, where did you get your passenger, my fine friend?"
The little boy replied, "I got Him at church."
"And why did you take Him?"
The boy explained, "Well, about a week before Christmas I prayed to the little Lord Jesus and I told Him
if He would bring me a red wagon for Christmas I would give Him a ride around the block in it."
The best things in life aren't things.
