Wise men from ancient east brought gifts, angelic choirs rejoiced, shepherds bowed low, animals bleated, God was born. Just like that. It happened in time and space in the little good-for-nothing town of Bethlehem. The magnificence was because it was God, and something had to be done to mark the moment and attest to its authenticity. But the lowliness of it was so that He could come in us, in the messy, smelly stall of our humanity.
Had He come in grandeur, He never would have come in me.
How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is given
So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of His heaven.