People who know more than I figure that Jesus was probably born sometime in the spring or early summer. The shepherds were in the fields with their flocks. Winter isn’t a good time for that. December 25th got picked as the Big J’s birthday by the emperor Constantine as part his marketing campaign to convert the pagans. Most of the trappings of Christmas are adopted from non-christians faiths.
Nizzibet and I just finished exchanging presents. She’s napping for a bit before we do some last minute cleaning and cooking before our guest start arriving at noon.
One person who was actually born today is my brother Tony. We almost never see each other but that’s certainly not his fault. He lives in Alaska, I live in Seattle and I doubt if either one of us have ever much money for travel.
Happy Birthday T!