My favorite Christmas memory had to be about two years ago when my family was at my parents house and we were opening presents and my kids and niece and nephews noticed how quiet it was. Then we realized that my parents dog Tres ( named after the number three in Spanish) had gotten out. So we had to stop everything and go looking for him. And after reviving a phone call about where he was, we found him about a street away in a neighbors backyard. The moment was not lost on one of us, from the oldest to the youngest. We treasure our time together, slowing down, laughing, and celebrating the fact that we can all gather to celebrate Jesus’ Birthday-even with the dog!!