Merry Christmas to all.
When I was a child, 10-12, I lived in North Africa. We celebrated 3 Christmases in Tripoli, Libya. At first it didn't seem like Christmas, but then I realized that I was celebrating in an area of the world that would have had this type of climate at the first Christmas. The nights were clear, cold and full of stars. Our base chapel presented, each year, a living Nativity complete with a baby Jesus, always a child up to 18 months old, sheep, goats, donkeys and three Wise Men arriving on camels. It became a true Christmas for me, and to this day I do remember those celebrations.
Peace to all.