Mr. B. was busy wrapping Christmas presents laid out on the table last night. He was still working on them when I woke up at 3.00 in the morning.
"Why do you prepare so many presents for Christmas, Mr. B.?" I asked him hardly able to open my eyes.
"Because there are many people to give presents to," he answered sipping tea to keep him awake. "These are for the people I work with, those are for my close friends, then I got some for my nephews and nieces which I can wrap later."
"I already got my present from D. It's a reindeer horn." I said happily.
"Didn't you say that Christmas is Jesus' birthday?" I asked.
"Well, yes and no. It's the day set aside to remember his birth, the exact date is really unknown." Mr. B. explained patiently.
"If it is His birthday, why are you giving gifts to other people instead of Him. Isn't that strange?" I inquired.
"It is a tradition. You go out of your way to buy something nice, Wrap it. Write a nice greeting card and give it to someone to make this person happy." he explained.
"So by making other people happy you are also making Jesus happy?" I still don't quite understand.
"I guess so." Mr. B. said as his continued tagging each gift with the recipient's name. "Well, I sure hope so..." he added.
"On my birthday, I want you to please give ME my gift. Don't give it to someone else. I won't be happy if you give it to someone else." I said walking away.