The celebration of the birth of Jesus is almost everywhere. There are lights, cameras, and plenty of action. It’s almost like a modern day grand announcement. It should be.
We know that the date isn’t specific to the birth of Jesus, but rather a chosen day on which we celebrate. Perhaps it’s altogether a better plan anyway. Sometimes the specifics get in the way of a blessing. With the date being speculative, we can really enjoy His birth everyday.
There are, of course, a few other improvisations around the birth. Was the stable a wooden framed stall or a a room hewn out of the rocks like a cave? Clearly, the wise men came a bit later when Mary and Joseph would have had better accommodations. And there are some other aspects of the story that have been redone with poetic license as they say.
I still like it all. The specifics of the story do not alter the message of God’s love in person. The Son of God grew as a person, went through childhood and teen years just as did his brothers, sisters and friends. He realized the joys and discomforts of our existence first hand and survived sinless.
Now as we move around the season, let us not be distracted by a jolly old saint, but let us be reminded of the Savior of the world.