Who Stole Christmas?

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊

𝕸𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖔𝖗 found himself at the town's gate, laying on the ground with his friends by his side.
"What happened?" Tiredly, Casper asked feeling his head.

"We are home!"

     Melchior went in and the whole town gazed at these claimed heroes in surprise. They had returned empty-handed.

"What happened? Why are you seemingly empty-handed?" Lucia asked the guard.

"We are not. We came back with something but you won't see it because your eyes are confined within the physical. That is why you think Christmas was stolen... Well, it was but not the way you think, in the past. But Christmas is really in your heart," Balthazar boldly said.

"What?! What is all these nonsense? Melchior can you talk to me and not these idiots."

"Lucia, they are right. Do you want to know the truth?"

"With immediate effect."

"Christmas is supposed to be for Jesus. He is supposed to be the one we are celebrating, not ourselves or any other god."

"And may I know whom this Jesus is that you speak of?"

"He is the Son of the God of the heavens who was born to redeem mankind."

"Nonsense!"

"I knew you wouldn't believe me but why exactly do we pay much attention to Christmas? It is beyond what you celebrate. I know its origin can be proven a bit messy but when the majority realize that Christmas was created in order for this Saviour to be celebrated and that C-H-R-I-S-T represents Jesus Christ maybe Christmas would turn out to be what it is meant to be."

Lucia growled. "Guards, arrest him!"