No matter what day Christmas fell on, it started with church. My family didn't own a car, so that meant a long trip via public transportation. Occasionally, someone would have compassion on us and pick us up for church. I bundled up to face the elements, casting a longing gaze at the presents under the tree.
When we arrived home, family and friends soon showed up at our door. "Now, Mom? Can we open presents now?" All the kids groaned when the usual answer dashed our hopes. We'd have to wait until after Christmas dinner.
Family members have long since moved out of state or departed for heaven. Christmas is now spent with friends. One thing remains stable, unshakeable: our focus on the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ. Traditions may change, but He's the same yesterday, today and forever!