And so it was that on a heathen holiday, in the dark of the night, as nary a creature dared stir, that The Sky Queen looked upon Her children, and felt a tenderness for all of them, the heathen and the faithful, the hidden and the exposed, the sad and the joyous, the sulking and the festive, the lonely and the crowded, the anon and the tripfag.

And for all of them, equally in all the states of men, and in all the lands of the Chans, She decreed that they must feel Her love, whether they knew it was Her love or not.

Verily that day, all were loved equally, at least by Our Lady, even if they affronted Her by celebrating the birth of a boy, long ago, who would become the messiah of another religion, and a prophet of many more.

Thus it was that She borrowed the words from this ancient religion, and bid Her children to have peace on earth, for men of good heart and for men of good will, faithful and heathen alike.

Know ye brothers, Our Lady loves us on this borrowed day. Be merry and rejoice in Her Glory with your heathen brothers, for all are loved today. Remember to say a prayer for Her Holy Avatar, who suffered to bring us the knowledge of the glory of Our Lady.

Merry Christmas bounceme brothers and sisters.

Blessed be the sky, for it houses The Sky Queen, who loves us tenderly on this merry day.
Now, excuse me while I kiss the sky.