The Legend of Christmas

Once upon a time two thousand years ago, or so legend has it, in a little town of Bethlehem, a baby was born.  Pure and innocent, the baby was wrapped in pure white swaddling clothes that smelled like fresh lemon and laid in a pristine manger in a well-kept and sanitary barn, because there was no room for his family in the local inn.  The very night of his birth, the baby was visited by three wise men from Afar.  They presented him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh.  And there were some animals and angels in there somewhere, too.  Oh, and shepherds.  Can't forget the shepherds.

Nowadays people celebrate the birth of this baby boy, who I guess grew up and did some stuff (I think he told people to be nice, except when it wasn't convenient or they didn't want to), by giving each other gifts on Christmas.  We also put up lights on our houses and write letters to each other.  Some people even go to church on Christmas Eve, I guess out of obligation or because it makes them feel good.  But mainly we all get stuff.  

Getting stuff: The true meaning of Christmas.  Or maybe it's connecting with friends and family.  Putting up lights, perhaps?  Wait, didn't I say something about a baby?  Man, am I confused.

And that is the legend of Christmas.  

As we perform all of the traditions of Christmas, let's remember what we are celebrating: The birth of the Son of God, who came to make things right again.