My childhood experience of Christmas morning, like most, was marked by certain traditions. My siblings and I would wake up and excitedly descend to the living room to see a mass of presents under the tree. Then, we would eat my mother’s delicious monkey bread rapidly to get to the presents as quickly as possible. Before we tore open the wrapping paper concealing those treasures though, my father would pull out his Bible and slowly read from Luke 2 (it... Read more