I remember Christmas Eve…..I use to spend most of the day listening to Christmas music and keeping an eye on the gifts being put under the tree….. spying for the packages with my name on them…waiting for a time when no one was in room with me….when the opportunity arose I would shake the gifts to see if I could figure out what was in them….and of course looking at the size of the gift…typical kid…..

I was put to bed early evening and was awaken around 11 pm or so….I got ready along with the rest of the family and we would walk to our church which was up the block from us….It usually was a beautiful night…..with a blanket of snow on the ground and new snow falling….the air would be cold and crisp…nothing said Christmas more then that…

The first thing we would see when we arrived at church was the beautiful life size (or so it seemed) Manger scene…We would enter church, the choir would be singing songs and church would be packed….after Mass we would start our journey back to the house…singing Christmas carols at times…

When we got home my dad, mom and who ever else would make a big breakfast with eggs, bratwurst, cinnamon rolls, bacon, toast and sweets…after our bellies were full it would be off to bed so Santa could come…I would still got up at the crack of dawn to open gifts…

To me Christmas is not Christmas without going to Midnight Mass….my kids go with me at times…but we never have breakfast like I did…but maybe someday…between the Mass, the Carols, and the generosity of the season that is what Christmas is all about…

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