The backdrop was a political policy: a census of the Roman Empire—“of all the inhabited earth,” in the words of Luke 2:1. Everyone knows the story. Joseph and his young bride, heavy with child, travel from their adopted hometown of Nazareth to their ancestral hometown of Bethlehem. And there, in the House of Bread, the village of David, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords was born—Jesus, the Christ.
The secular and sacred—intermingled at one of the most significant events in human history.
It seems Christmas and politics have always dovetailed into one another, especially in our modern age. In language reminiscent of the 1990s, it isn’t politically correct to call Christmas trees or Christmas plays “Christmas.”
And Christmas displays on public property—if you’re politically sensitive—should be accompanied by more secular versions of Christmas (Santa and Rudolph and Frosty) or by oxymoronic versions of Christmas (signs extolling the mythology of Christ’s birth or images of the evolutionary progression of humans from apes).
And you must never say “Merry Christmas.” It might offend. “Happy Holidays” is the seasonal greeting for the politically correct.