When I was a child, it was all about Santa, grandma’s house, and presents–and the Christmas pageant.
Later, it was just another day, maybe spent with people, maybe on my own.
Now, it’s in flux. There is the deep wonder of the incarnation, but there is also the cultural features of decorations, dinners, and presents. Neither side of the equation captures me sufficiently. Maybe I’m too distracted, but Christmas has become strange. I think I need a new tradition.