See, we never actually started going to church on Christmas before my parents divorced. Before that, it was just Easter, which was interesting because we went to a huge cathedral with all sorts of bleeding saints on the walls, which I really dug when I was a kid. Then that stopped, and we started going to this little touchy-feely church near my house on Christmas, which was nice the one year we got a guest priest talking about astronomy, but boring otherwise.
I just fantasize about Three Wise Men slash during the sermons, anymore.