Growing up, our family would always travel out of town to visit my Grandmother over Christmas. On one or two rare occasions, we even spent Christmas Eve and Christmas day at her place. One memory that stands out for me is trying to sleep Christmas Eve on her couch in the living room. I don't know if I had difficulty sleeping because I was excited, or if the couch was uncomfortable, or if I was uncomfortable because it was a different house. Nonetheless, I had my little AM/FM radio to pass the time with and was enjoying the Christmas music on the local radio stations. (Yes, the AM/FM radio... the Walkman... gone are the days!) Once an hour, or so, there were special news breaks. But these weren't regular news breaks -- they were based at the time of the birth of Jesus. There were reports about long lines of people heading into Bethlehem for the census (a cart had a broken wheel, it really snarled traffic!), a star shining extra bright, and so on and so forth.