A child is crying. It takes minutes to find the mother. The child can still be heard in the other room. A story is read. It has nothing to do with Christmas.
People sing off tune.
What we see in life often depends upon what we look at, or what we look for. What is focused upon grows. What appears to be chaos may be order. What appears to lack direction may have a destination after all. The Big Bang make have looked like cosmic soup, but it got us here.