The way to the Father, like you and I do.
They needed a light for to show them the way.
And the Great Light came on Christmas day.
The above is a little song that is sung at the beginning of Advent Masses in my parish just before the lighting of the Advent candles, by the children. It is such a simple verse, but I find it immensely powerful. (I am such a softie that my eyes moisten when I hear it!)
As I explain to my own children, Advent allows us to return to the pre-Christian mindset. The meaning of the Incarnation is best appreciated from the position of pagan ignorance. The world was in darkness. Human life was under the control of other more powerful humans, or the fickle forces of nature. Life was ugly, fearful, meaningless and short. The worth of a human being was politically determined: how rich, attractive or useful you were, or who you were related to, decided your lot.
Little man, alone in the vast unfathomable universe, and prey to so much. But then the Jews came along: Abraham, Moses and the Prophets. There is God! He must be worshipped and obeyed. Laws and rituals multiplied. Soon, a power structure and hierarchy arose to control the flow of Holiness. Unholy hypocrisy was born.
However, the Prophets, all countercultural to the core, kept mentioning the coming of the Messiah. And so they waited and waited, (and are still waiting).
And the Great Light came on Christmas day!