Russell Moore offers a timely opinion piece here entitled "Apocalypse at Christmastime", properly reminding us that contemporary "Christmas imagery is more shaped by Currier and Ives than by apostles and prophets" ....
.... Isn’t there something kind of, well, unseasonable about teaching, at this time of year, about a Christ who bears a sword and a cosmic entourage, who prepares his people a messianic banquet and then prepares for the birds a banquet of the flesh and blood of his enemies (Rev 19:17-19)? It is hard to imagine Tiny Tim exclaiming “God bless us every one” after hearing about southern-fried Gog and Magog.
... the baby Jesus still exists in the American Christian subculture as a kind of non-threatening mascot for everything warm and sentimental about the holiday season. The only problem with this is that the Bible doesn’t present the baby Jesus as warm or sentimental at all. As a matter of fact, the sentimental Jesus of the Christmas season often chills our evangelistic fervor because we forget that the Bethlehem event is the exact opposite of blessing the good feelings of contemporary American culture.
His commentary is worth reading in entirety to bring us back to stark reality after endlessly watching Ralph finally get his Red Ryder BB gun while George Bailey helps Clarence get his wings. For we "must remember that ultimately we will not coo over him in a cradle beneath us, but give an account to him as our sovereign Judge and give glory to him as our sovereign King."