THE REASON FOR THE SEASON
When I was a young boy growing up, I was always excited about Christmas. This, along with my birthday, were the only two times in the year I was able to receive gifts. One was given because I was a year older, while the other was given because of some jolly old fat man that enjoyed sliding down dirty chimneys and placing gifts under the trees of his “believers.” I was always curious as to how one man could do this to every house on the planet in one night, but over and over, I was reassured that Santa was some sort of magician. After all, how did he get into the homes which had no chimney? It’s magic, and since Santa only visits those who “believe,” you better be careful. Eventually, I grew old enough to see the absurdity of the story, and as I grew older, the real Christmas story was presented to me.