My oldest brother, bless his heart, celebrates his birthday today, making it fully four days closer to Christmas than my own birthday. This means that, while I can bemoan my fate at having a birthday so close to Christmas, I still get to chuckle at him, because his is positively hiding in the shadow of Christmas. Poor miserable pudknocker.
This reminds me of something I wrote a few years back around this time of year. Think of Christmas not as what it masquerades to be, but what it is: a force of nature… a hurricane… think of Christmas as… well, read on.