A silent night. All is calm. No crying he makes. The festive carols, living nativities, and pristine paintings on Christmas cards of a halo-ed Mary kneeling calmly by a sweetly sleeping babe on a rather neatly arranged bed of hay while everyone within a ten-foot radius dons a well-lit halo and solemn smile. Christmas as we imagine it. Christmas as we have been told. Serene. Pristine. Religious. And perfectly, improperly sanitized. Because Jesus didn’t come that way. Jesus didn’t tip-toe… Read more »