I remember a Christmas in the fifties when our family had to travel back to our home on Christmas Day. We were all so sad because an emergency made us leave the grandparents early before there was even a chance to open our gifts. Our day consisted of opening gifts in a little roadside motel and then looking all morning before we finally found a restaurant to eat breakfast. That was in a time when no businesses were opened on Sunday ,much less Christmas day and even finding gas was a problem .I never forgot that pitiful "celebration"