The Word is made flesh. The eternal Lord enters into time. God is made man. We fall down, bow, adore, worship, revere this miracle-in-a-munchkin. But we already bow a lot at Mass; what do we do on this day then, in the face of their mystery? You super-duper bow. You genuflect. You hit the floor. At the feast of His incarnation (March 25) and the feast of His birth (December 25), we hit our knees. But there we learn to our surprise and delight—as the first wise man does—that this also puts us face to face with the adorable little newborn savior.