Christmas is near. For many, the season begins with Santa Claus, a generous and magical figure that delivers gifts in the quiet hours of the night. However, I did not grow up celebrating a large, boisterous white man breaking and entering into my home as a child, who supposedly provided gifts but in reality robbed my parents of the appreciation they deserved for buying me the newest commodity solicited to me through advertisements embedded within my after school cartoons. At that time, it was probably the newest Game Boy or Nintendo DS. Nevertheless, instead of the aforementioned trespasser, I celebrated the miraculous events of Jesus Christ’s (Yeshua (יֵשׁוּעַ)) incarnation.