I wonder about a very young woman, away from home, married to a guy she really doesn't know very well. She's pregnant. It's coming soon. Like real soon, here in an unfamiliar city full of other people from somewhere else. She's in labour and there's nowhere to go. She probably didn't anticipate giving birth in a dirty, dark place. She's lucky though; the baby is fine. When all of this is over, and they're all back home again, maybe things will go back to normal.
But that can't happen. Nothing will ever be normal again.
That baby, born in squalid surroundings, changed the world. Changed history.
Expect the unexpected...
I wish you happiness and contentment this Christmas, wherever you are and whoever you're with, and any way you wish to celebrate. I wish you a few good laughs and some good food.
Most of all I wish you peace.