We love midnight mass. Even when our son was way too young to stay up that late, we cocooned him in a snowsuit, stocking hat and mittens which he unfailingly lost somewhere along the way. While he dozed on my lap in church, we read the profound and deeply moving scriptures of Mary wrapping our lord in swaddling clothes and laying him in a manger. 
Our son always woke in time sing Silent Night on our way out into the glorious Christmas predawn. He now lives miles away. My husband suffers from dementia and probably wouldn't notice if we have a tree or not. 

When I'm tempted to just skip the whole thing, I remember, and I drag out the lights. I build an Advent wreath, and as we file out of mass singing Silent Night, I declare to anyone who will listen that this is the best Christmas yet.  

But I wouldn't mind a little snow.   

Merry Christmas! And God bless us each and everyone.