I particulary liked this article because as I've grown older Christmas has proceeded to grow uglier and less devoid of any meaning. Doesn't the scene the author describe sound wonderful? Pity that most won't ever give it a thought.
In my family we have turned it into a celebration of the family and of the Savior. On Christmas Eve, I host a chili and ham supper (my dad grew up in Texas) and we exchange gifts that are made, not bought. (We have a name drawing around Labor Day.)
We also have a talent show and hand out crackers. Then everyone leaves for evening services.
We also have, in my family, the Scout Reindeer. My brother has a deer head that was in our cabin in Wisconsin.
Each year, when it is about time for those with small children to leave, one of the men holds the deer head outside the window and turns it left and right, so it looks like it is looking for children who aren't in bed.
This is quite effective in getting children to leave and get in bed when they get home. The Scout Reindeer reports to Santa, you know.