It does seem odd that a story about about the birth of a child, born in the Levant, whose impoverished parents gave birth to in housing for animals and whose birth was attended by animals, a child who grew up to preach of peace and forgiveness, of love and spirituality, who lived simply in the service of humanity, should, in celebration of his birth, engender such a frenzy of consumption and extravagance. And conifers? The original christmas tree would have been a date palm. I'm not saying I don't participate, I'm just saying I try not to lose sight of the actual spirit of the season. It is interesting that Christmas is celebrated so widely, except for in the land of his birth. It's always made me wonder. Especially when I'm trying to get the damn string of bulbs to light up!