Being born LDS, I never took much stock in mass or Christmass. Not only that, but it was drilled in very early that Christ was born in April, NOT December, and the whole Christmas deal was a Catholic Plot. That's on my Dad's side.
My Mom's side was just off the boat from England and it *was* a big deal. Christmas pudding (with a sauce that included liquor as an ingredient). Big meeting at the Grandparents. Gifts. Stockings.
It was the stockings that got me out of the believing game and into the skeptic game. The Chirstmas Eve when I was five, I counted the number of oranges in the fridge. Next morning, I counted them again AND the number of oranges in Chirstmas Stocking toes -- a family tradition. I could add. And was starting to be able to think.
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