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December 3, 2007

Christ Wasn’t Born on December 25, Because I Have to Get My Tree Now

 

At this point, most historians agree that the Virgin Mary went into labor on December 24, 1 B.C., and Jesus was born the following day. Six days later, the local mad scientist said to himself, “Holy Crap! It’s no longer B.C!” at which point he reminded the local government to reset their calendars to 0 A.D.

 

Almost 2,008 years later, we still remember December 25 as the day Jesus was born, and January 1 as the day everyone else was brought up to speed.

 

But what I’m starting to realize is that, although all scientific evidence apparently points to Christmas happening on the 25th of December, Christmas has, for the last few years, consistently fallen closer to the beginning of the month. Let me explain.

 

At the beginning of December, my wife and I bundle up to go buy a Christmas tree at a local Christmas tree lot. After selecting a tree, we usually realize we didn’t bring any rope, at which point we begin to wander around, hoping someone will offer to help us. When we get home, we set up the tree (lean it against the corner of the living room), adorn it with lights, and get cozy by the fireplace (on DVD, which we purchased last year for $7 plus shipping). This is, without question, the highlight of the season. It’s pretty much downhill from there.
 

We begin to deliberate/agonize over how we should spend the time between Christmas and New Years, or as I sometimes call it, Death Valley. Initially, we present our opening statements concerning whose family we love more, whose family loves us more, and whose family’s feelings would be most hurt by our absence at 9 a.m., Christmas morning. There really is no way to figure out this particular dilemma without actually asking our families how many presents they plan on getting us, which wouldn’t be right. So we generally resolve, at least for a few days, to not only stay home for the holidays, but also to never leave the house again.

 

A week or so later, we remember that there are about 462 people for whom we need to buy Christmas presents, unless we don’t mind feeling guilty for the rest of the Christmas season. So we go shopping, which I absolutely adore. It’s a friendly reminder that I really don’t know anyone very well at all. Would cousin Joey wear a scarf from the Gap? Does Grandma still denounce “playing cards”? About two days and three months’ salary later, we agree that we never really liked that particular aunt and uncle anyway, and did they even send us a wedding present? And by the way, since when does it cost $25 to mail a stuffed animal the size of a hamster?

 

About halfway through December, my inner “request time off from work or start looking for another job” alarm clock goes off – just another highlight of the season.

 

This would be the ideal time to restore a relationship with two, faithful, Christmas companions – egg nog and brandy. It’s a special Christmas gift to help get us through the rough patches.

 

By the time the 25th rolls around, many of us have already run out of steam. I can’t help but wonder if the hazards of Death Valley are some sort of punishment for the six days it took everyone to realize that it’s time to switch the clocks from B.C to A.D., and that even now, over 2,000 years later, we’re still suffering the consequences.

 

Or maybe, just maybe, Christmas really falls somewhere around December 3, which just so happens to be the day when my wife and I will be venturing out to get our tree this year. After all, it is the best part of the month, and even scientists are wrong once in a while.

 

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