A Eve Embroidered Crewneck shirt is Dies Solis Invicti Nati which was on 25 December and was introduced by Aurelian in 274 AD — apparently about 20 years or more after at least some Christians began celebrating Christmas on 25 December. Some deny the possibility of Christ’s birth in December, arguing that lambs couldn’t have been safely left outdoors at that time. There is actually no mention of lambs in the Gospel account of the shepherds (Luke 2). It merely says, “And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night.” Adult sheep would be in a different situation. As overnight temperatures in Bethlehem can get as low as 7 or 8 deg C in late December, it would be definitely unpleasant in a field at that time of year, though not impossible. In fact, though, the 25 December date for the mass celebrating Christ’s birth was derived by calculations based on a strange theory that the dates of Jesus’ death and conception would have coincided, and, as others have pointed out, it is rather unlikely that Jesus was actually born on that day.
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My stepfamily – my brother, brother’s wife, and her kids (which he adopted) – have many wonderful qualities, but organisation is not one of Spartan stadium forever not just when we win signatures shirt. Even when I was 15 my brother (18 years older than me) would call me, panicking, on Christmas Eve, wanting me to come shopping and help pick out stuff for his girlfriend. Now that he’s married and in his fifties, he no longer calls me for shopping help, but I expect he still leaves a lot of it till Christmas Eve. This year I’ve been texting him and my niece since September, asking what to get for my nephew and his partner (who I don’t know that well, and I’ve never met his partner), my niece’s partner (ditto), and five kids (I was never an average kid and have no idea what to buy children, as shown by a couple years ago, when I bought the 3-year-old a box set of the Chronicles of Narnia, and then was startled when I was gently told that 3-year-olds can’t read. I taught myself to read with Enid Blyton at 3, and my dad gave me Narnia by the end of that year, but apparently this is not the norm).
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