Christmas on a Sunday

It's happened eight times in my life: Christmas is on a Sunday. Even the Super Bowl waits until the late afternoon to take over the day, but on Christmas day, many if not most church-goers stay home to open presents and generally relax from all the commercial excess of the previous month. Sad to think we have to rest from the very season that celebrates our Lord's birth. I imagine that when we get to heaven we won't want to rest from singing his praises, but here on earth it's a different story.
"And they came in haste and found their way to Mary and Joseph, and the baby as He lay in the manger. And when they had seen this, they made known the statement which were told them about this child."

"When morning gilds the skies, my heart awaking cries, may Jesus Christ be praised! Alike at work and prayer to Jesus I repair, may Jesus Christ be praised!"
He who gives me breath and will to sing, gives me quiet peace in the midst of the confusion of the world. He is worthy of all.