My preferred translation of Bethlehem is “House of Meat,” and it reminds me that the little manger where Jesus was born was there to house livestock who would one day become supper for the town’s residents. So really, the tiny Messiah came to this world in a little meat room in the big house of meat.

I’m getting hungry just thinking about it. So, in honor of this new discovery, I think I will buy everyone sausages for Christmas.

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