Heaven, 24th December, 2014:
Yeshua: Dad, do we have to do this? Do we have to have a birthday party tomorrow?
YHWH: Yes! Absolutely! I’ll prepare extra manna for the angels and the four-headed beasts tomorrow. Take care of the unleavened bread and the wine, will you?
Yeshua: But dad, we throw the exact some party each year on this day. The exact same foods and wines, and the exact same birthday songs for me. It’s getting a tad boring.
YHWH: I know, son. I know.
Yeshua: Yet you absolutely resist any attempt to add spice and variety to the celebrations. Last year, Angel Bamanifa suggested new dance moves in the celebrations, and you promptly sent him to hell.
YHWH: Yes. This I did, my son.
Yeshua: Also, the birthday cake keeps getting bigger and bigger. Do we have to place all the 2,014 candles on its surface?
YHWH: Of course, son. That’s your present age, right?
Yeshua: But we can just put one candle there to stand in for the rest, symbolically.
YHWH: Look, son, you’ve absolutely refused to go out there and get your own house. You insist on living under my roof, even after two thousand years. The more you continue living with me, the more your birthday cake will get bigger, as we add more candles to it. Comprendes?
Yeshua (Crestfallen): Could we at least sing some new songs tomorrow?
YHWH: No! Singing the exact same old, boring songs is my peaceful way of protesting against your continued presence in my house.
Merry Christmas, Everyone!!
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