
At this frantic, exhausting and quite un-ickle time of year, we should remember the little baby who started it all.
Born just over 2000 years ago, he spent the first hours of life in a cosy manger, gazed upon by his mum and dad, three magi, and your usual host of barnyard animals. At this point, there weren't any indication of what he would do in his life: walk on water, cure illness with his touch, give a rousing sermon on a certain mount, suffer betrayal at the hands of one of his disciples, and die a |
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horrible and portentous death on a cross. Oh, and express an interest in carpentry.
Right now, the pressure is off. He's just getting used to all the strange sights and sounds (and very strange smells) of the manger, and wondering who the funny men with the long beards and robes are. The gold is shiny and interesting, but the frankincense and myrrh is making him sneeze.
The Baby Jesus - an ickle bub with enormous significance. Yet even he got a few moments of peace on Christmas. We should all follow his example: lets relax and enjoy ourselves in this silliest of seasons. Have an ickle Christmas!
AS
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