Excerpt from American Gods, by Neil Gaiman:
"It's going to be a white Christmas," said Shadow as he pumped the gas.
"That boy was one lucky son of a virgin."
"Jesus?"
"Lucky, lucky guy. He could fall in a cesspit and come up smelling like roses. Hell, it's not even his birthday, you know that? He took it from Mithras. You run into Mithras yet? Red cap
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