The holidays are a time of tradition. Some are so long standing we donβt even question them anymore. Like, I know thereβs a reason we bring a live tree into our house and wrap lights and shiny, fragile things around it but I canβt remember what it is. Or turkey. Delicious, but I personally am unclear as to how stuffing, cooking and eating this particular breed of poultry became synonymous with the birth of baby Jesus.