hristmas morning mass. A packed house. The seventhgrade choir center stage in the choir loft above the congregation is, to be kind, struggling. Now typically, I wouldn't care. Christmas morning church services have always been a bit of a blur for me. Too many distractions. Physically, I was there, sure. It was the law. But mentally, I was still back home reveling in Christmas presents. How Santa managed to nail it year after year was the real miracle
