Happy Jesus Time, Everybody!

For as long as I can remember, Christmas has been celebrated around the world on December 25th of each year. This is the day that Jesus Christ was born and the whole world rejoiced because someone told us this baby was the son of God. How they knew he was God's kid is beyond me.

Think about it, if you were Joseph, wouldn't you be just a little curious as to how your wife (that never gives it up and supposedly never has) is suddenly with child? I would be.

God picked the right era to have his son magically pop in some chick's uterus. In 2006 if my wife comes to me and says she's carrying someone else's child, she'd take a mysterious tumble down a flight of stairs. Then if she tried to tell me that it was God's child in her womb I'd probably have her taken away with the guys in the white coats.

God knew this is the way the world would be 2000 some years later. He figured back then it was a good idea to go ahead and get this thing over with.

If Jesus were born 40 years ago, here's what he'd look like today:

Now you can get upset and condemn me to hell all you want, but you know Jesus wouldn't be walking around in sandals and long, uncombed hair. Today, we call those people bums. And who's going to listen to a bum?