It’s 12:19 am on Christmas, so I think it’s only fitting to say-
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JESUS!
As bad as I might be sometimes, Jesus Christ is my Savior. Yes, I’ve heard the stories about how He was probably actually born in March and we only celebrate it now because Constantine moved the date to coincide with Solstice, blah blah…that’s interesting but it doesn’t really matter because *when* He was born isn’t nearly as important as *that* He was born.
Plus we celebrate our friends’ birthdays at other dates all the time-the weekend before, the weekend after, etc. Why would it be a stretch to think someone might want to do this for Jesus? I’m probably wrong, but it makes sense to me.