Jesus's Birthday
I remember one Christmas Eve I was walking around the house, waiting for the time to open presents (because as kids that's what you do on Christmas). I come out of the bathroom and walk into grandpa in the living room near the fireplace. He sees me looking excited and asks me how I'm doing.
I say, "Great! Christmas is like everyone's birthday! We all get presents!"
He gives me a semi stern look and says, "No, Christmas is Jesus's Birthday."
And I reply with, "Okay," then I went to the kitchen to eat salami or something.
At the time I was 10 and I didn't know that much about religion nor did I really care for it. But for some reason that memory always comes up around Christmas time, and I'll never forget it.
Several years ago I learned that Jesus wasn't even born on the 25th of Deccember, but I never told him. Partly because I didn't want any confrotation, and mostly because I didn't want to test the stabability of his faith since relgion was his only way of coping with death of grandma.