Well through my calculations by using the trajectory of the appropriate trajectory of the sun and the moon on December 25, CE 0, I can postulate that he was, in fact, not born on that day.[spoiler]However, he was born about5 years earlier in some other random month that probably sucks and would suck less if we celebrated First Christmas on it. Then we can still have regular Christmas. And Festivus for the rest of you. This is a long spoiler section isn't it? I need to learn to not let these go on forever. I mean no one really read these if they're this long anyway. But I guess I just like rambling on and on and on. Kind of like my mom. What was your mom like? Mine was great. She really cared. Just like Care Bears. Did your sister ever have Care Bears? I always thought they were kind of creepy. They're always smiling and saying that they love you over and over again. I mean it's just like my crazy uncle that my parents say isn't real but I talk to all the time. He's standing in my closet staring at me right now! He's saying "Goody goody gosh!" and "I love you!" over and over again. I never knew he existed before the car accident when I was 5, where I saw several of my closest friends get mangled, with their arms dangling from strips of flesh hanging from their sockets and their eyes punctured by metal, with everything else either charred from the fire or purple and puffy from internal bleeding. I can still hear their voices! They make such good company.[/spoiler] I got carried away....