I imagine it was cold that night, so cold that it hurts your bones and makes you feel physically ill. Obviously, we don't know the exact date of Christ's birth, but you can do an in-depth study on the actual star of Bethlehem here, which I highly recommend. For those who assume that looking to God through the study of astrology, I would like you to take note:
Amos 5:8 (KJV)- Seek him that maketh the seven stars and Orion, and turneth the shadow of death into the morning, and maketh the day dark with night: that calleth for the waters of the sea, and poureth them out upon the face of the earth: The LORD is his name
Isaiah 40:36 (NIV)- Lift your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one, and calls them each by name. Because of his great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing.
Psalm 19:1–3 (NKJV): The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows His handiwork. Day unto day utters speech, and night unto night reveals knowledge. There is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard.
For it is sinful to worship the stars alone, but joyous to worship the Maker of the stars!
Revelation 12 says "A great and wondrous sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head. She was pregnant and cried out in pain as she was about to give birth. Then another sign appeared in heaven: an enormous red dragon with seven heads and ten horns and seven crowns on his heads. His tail swept a third of the stars out of the sky and flung them to the earth. The dragon stood in front of the woman who was about to give birth, so that he might devour her child the moment it was born. She gave birth to a son, a male child, who will rule all the nations with an iron sceptre…"
Satan was ready to do whatever it took to suppress Hope, Joy, and Peace, embodied in a tiny baby. I imagine this epic Heavenly battle taking place just above Mary's womb that would rival any Marvel movie or World War.
I imagine Mary was terrified beyond all belief. She was just a kid, she'd never even been with a man, she didn't know how to be a mother. If not for her fully understanding her role in bringing The Son of God into this dark work, I imagine her panicking and giving into fear, allowing the enemy to gain the advantage. But in that last moment, with Mary holding Joseph's hand, crying out in utter agony, thinking "I can't do this," she screamed out in her innermost soul," Abba, Father, not my will, but thine be done." And with that one prayer, the ground shook as Christ's mother gave one final push. A baby's cry filled the night, and the unseen war was over. Lucifer had met his match, game over. All of Heaven began proclaiming victory, singing beautiful songs to the baby King, born to save. It was not a silent night! I imagine the entire atmosphere shifted in an instant; hope had finally come! In the most lowly of ways.
That night gives me strength to face tomorrow and every day thereafter.