Quite a Story
Luke 2:1-20

When I was seven, my parents’ denomination assigned us to Niagara Falls, NY.  That year, Christmas came on a Sunday for the first time in my memory.  My parents were strict about observing Sunday as the Sabbath, so I was not allowed to open any presents.  I had to wait until Monday.  You can imagine the torture I went through.  It was especially difficult in Sunday school, when everyone else was talking about what they had received, and I could say nothing.

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