That something extraordinary could be Mary squatting in dirty, smelly straw and rising again with the Son of God in her arms.
That something extraordinary could be an act of grace in our lives — the blessing unearned and undeserved, but yet it comes and blesses us with health, harmony, or healing anyway.
That something extraordinary could be an act of grace in the world. A break in the fighting long enough for warring factions to ask themselves why are we fighting, anyway? Is killing innocent children really the best way to settle our disputes? Is this what we want as our legacy for future generations?