Christmas is everybody’s birthday with a party going on all over the world. Christmas is to every child in his own way the wonder of the world and the light of life. Christmas is olders brought in from the cold to the fire, of a land of perfume made of the scent of snow, lingering with scent of happiness that comes out of people at Christmas. Christmas is sounds, the talking and the laughing, the shouting and the singing. Christmas is tastes, the sound golden taste of the orange, and the sharp sweet juice of the apple. Christmas is sights. Who can tell of the sights of Christmas reflected in the eyes of the child. Christmas is being together, gathering together. You do not have to tell the child what this means, and at Christmas, if at no other time, all men are children.