Ann Voskamp and her husband, "the farmer," raise kids, pigs, corn, and many other crops on their farm in Ontario. Yes, pigs.
I fill the sows’ troughs and this is what they laid him in. Laid God in skin down in a feed trough. These were the first sounds of earth that reverberated in His ear drums? From the lofty, soaring arias of the heavenly host to this? This snorting of beasts, this banging of feed troughs?
Go here to read why Christmas lasts forever: http://www.aholyexperience.com/2012/12/why-you-can-have-the-most-hope-the-day-after-christmas-2/