I have never thought to connect the birth of the Savior to the death and resurrection. That's the whole reason he was born. I finally have had the opportunity to think about just what this season means.
A baby was born. Not just a baby. God became man. He came to live a perfect life. The one we were supposed to live and failed to do. He was hung on a cross, becoming sin. He defied death and conquered sin, raising back to life three days later. This baby came to die. Kinda takes the cheer out of the holy day, but death was not the end. That brings the greatest hope.