My Christmas was admittedly very different this year. It is the first year I have spent away from home during Christmas. I was prepared to be very homesick and lonely – but I couldn’t have been more wrong. There was still feelings of sadness as I watched on the computer as my family opened gifts and ate all that yummy Christmas food without me – but I wasn’t too homesick and I certainly wasn’t lonely. Here I am surrounded by a wonderful group of women who have become my family. I woke up on Christmas morning and joined the bustle in the kitchen where we prepared a wonderful brunch. As we sat down to enjoy our meal our chatter gave us away for what we really are – midwives. It just couldn’t be helped – we were celebrating a day that is based on an event that we are all very intimately familiar with – birth. We laughed and chatted – considering and rejecting theories surrounding Jesus’ birth. Do think the village midwife showed up? Was Jesus one of those babies whose shoulders got stuck, or maybe there were no complications because he is after all, the Son of God? Perhaps the innkeeper’s wife was a midwife. Umm it doesn’t actually say that the stable belonged to the innkeeper. Was Joseph a good support person or did he wait outside?? None of these questions really matter, and we don’t really need the answers, but just maybe being midwives gives us a unique gift – for we truly are able celebrate what a miracle God performed in the birth of Jesus.