[If they were talking in person, this would be prime sword attack time, too.]
It goes like this: on the night Jesus was born, the stable was terribly cold. Thus the Virgin Mary implored all the animals of the barn to keep the embers of the fire from dying out, but none aided her.
It was instead a little robin who answered her plea. It fanned its wings with all its might, and added twigs to the flames with its beak, until the embers once again became a roaring pyre. However, the flames seared the bird's immaculate white breast, staining it red. Now the robin forevermore bears its battle wounds as a testament to its valiant efforts.
Therefore, if we are to remember the true origins of Christmas, I would argue that the selfless robin by far has more festive relevance than such inane materialism as gift-giving and Christmas trees.
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It goes like this: on the night Jesus was born, the stable was terribly cold. Thus the Virgin Mary implored all the animals of the barn to keep the embers of the fire from dying out, but none aided her.
It was instead a little robin who answered her plea. It fanned its wings with all its might, and added twigs to the flames with its beak, until the embers once again became a roaring pyre. However, the flames seared the bird's immaculate white breast, staining it red. Now the robin forevermore bears its battle wounds as a testament to its valiant efforts.
Therefore, if we are to remember the true origins of Christmas, I would argue that the selfless robin by far has more festive relevance than such inane materialism as gift-giving and Christmas trees.