I grew up thinking that all the happy and peaceful animals gathered around the manger in a beautiful, star-lit evening scene of joy and ahhh, soothed by harp-strumming angels hovering overhead.
Nice bedtime story. Makes a sweet lullaby.
Then, we grow up. Don’t we?
(well, at least all the animals and fairies scatter when we scramble in for Presents!)
Oddly, the Church rushes forward to Crucify the Little Swaddler and the animals are eaten (so is HE). . . to “Celebrate Life!”
Here’s something I posted last “holiday season” on Beyond God
Speaking of Annual Fairytales, once again we are blessed with the Great Annual Christian Lie called the “War on Christmas”–I recommend this excellent piece at Exactly My Thinking