It probably wasn't this time of year and many of the customs we observe in this season were not part of that moment.
But make no mistake, there was a moment.
I can imagine a late evening when people were exhausted from the day's activity, caused by the civil decree that had went out in the land. On that evening they retired like any other night.... but somewhere in that little burg was a very small group of people adoring a newborn, in a stable with animals.
His name and purpose were not well known at the moment. And instead of lightning, thunder, winds, or any other such display of power and force, there was a stillness, a peaceful quiet that had engulfed that barn and the areas that surrounded it:
No one knew the story that was to come to pass about that little child's journeys on this earth. It hadn't been written yet. But he had a goal, an objective that was not to be forsaken along the way.
So, unto you who read this sleepy little blog, may you have a very Merry Christmas.