The birth of Christ was not celebrated in the Bible, the kings came about two years after He was born and celebrated the reason He came. They brought gifts for His purpose, gold for a King, embalming spices for after His death and frankincense for His divinity.
Perhaps, it would be better to celebrate and remember Christ in the Supper He gave us instead of His birthday He did not give us.
Luke 22:19-20
"19 And when He had taken some bread and given thanks, He broke it and gave it to them, saying, “This is My body, which is being given for you; do this in remembrance of Me.” 20 And in the same way He took the cup after they had eaten, saying, “This cup, which is poured out for you, is the new covenant in My blood."
Christ didn't come just to be born, He came to die for the sins of the world. He was born, He ate food, He preached in the synagog as a young boy, He preached on the hillsides and near the sea of Gallalee, He healed the blind and lame and much more, so why don't we celebrate all those things?
I celebrate every day as I remember Him and all He did and does for me. I don't need a special day with glitter and glitz that brings pleasure to me. I have Him living inside of me that is pleasure enough.
The world celebrates birthdays in alignment with pagan celebrations not because God told them to do it.
The wise men came to Jesus Christ when He was about two years old not at His birth. They didn't come to celebrate that He was born, they came to honor Him as the King of Kings bringing gifts commensurate with His purpose for coming. That purpose being to die on a cross for the sins of others and to rise from the dead proving He is God.
Gold for His Kingship, Frankincense for His Diety and Myrrh for His death and burial, it was what was used to anoint a body after death.
When we celebrate Christ it ought to be in keeping with His purpose when He came and that He rose when He died and sits in heaven with the Father now.
What an intense distraction this season is from the original purpose of Christ coming to earth, when we celebrate our own way to please ourselves.
I cannot see my Savior as a helpless baby in the hay, I see Him as the risen King of Kings Who will one day rule this earth with a rod of Iron when He returns.
He came as a Lamb and is coming back as a Lion, this is how I choose to remember Him as King of Kings and Lord of Lords.