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Why I'm Sitting This Christmas Out

Unlike most people, I wasn’t raised with stories of Santa Claus and flying reindeer. My family didn’t get a television until I was in grade eight or nine, and even then, I didn’t see the Christmas classics until I was much older. In my young, Evangelical mind, only one version of Christmas existed. Reverent adults bowing their heads to a child. Of course, this wasn't just any child. It was Jesus. An infant born without sin. A good baby. I'm quite certain this is why that first Christmas was so magical. So silent and calm. No one ever depicted scenes of a screaming, colicky Jesus. Or a red-faced toddler, throwing his clay cup on the floor. There weren't any dirty diapers in a bucket. No