Once upon a time, there was a great King. He was good, kind, holy, and just. He loved His people, provided for them, and kept them safe. But the people were not good people. They did wrong and lived wickedly. In the great kingdom, the punishment for these acts was death. But the great King loved His people and did not want them to suffer. Still, He was just, and He knew their evil could not go unpunished.
In His great love, the King went unto His Son and said, "The people of the kingdom have broken our laws. Punishment must be administered." The Son spoke up and said, "Then punish me, Father. I will suffer in their stead." This grieved the King, but He knew it was the only way to save His people.
And so, He sent us a precious Gift in the form of a babe. This babe would grow to become the Savior of our sins. He would die in our stead so that we would be able to one day live with the King. On a starry night over 2,000 years ago, the greatest Christmas story took place. The Son of the King left the splendor of Heaven to be born in a dirty stable so that He could relate to anything we will ever suffer. He became a son of man so that we could become the sons of God.
Sorry, Charles Dickens, but stories just don't get any greater than that!