I'm a logic driven, rational lizard who tries to suppress his emotions and not give in to childish immaturity.

Except at Christmas.
This time of year is magical for me. On an emotional level, it's the only time I feel at peace. People fight less, people care about others more. It helps me rest knowing that at least once per year I can see the better aspects of humanity rather then the never ending sorrow.

On a spiritual level it's even more moving. One year I will visit the Holy Land and I will visit Bethlehem. Right now they're celebrating Christmas there. What was it like on the first Christmas in September? (Assuming it was September, the calendar is a bit screwy). I wonder what did those shepherds think when they saw the Lord, as an infinite. So fragile and powerful all at once.

This is the season of beauty. It's the time of year when we can believe things will get better. Because we know that God is in control, no matter what we will survive. For the first time in weeks I was able to relax without anxiety medicine because I felt peace.

And in God's name I wish everyone a Merry Christmas.