There was, as usual, lots of church on and around Christmas this year. Lovely music, beautiful decorations, good cheer, special sweaters, some excellent sermons. You can get that stuff anywhere (although there may be a higher percentage of special-sweater-wearers in the rural spots than the urban ones; there's no way of knowing).
But the highlight of Christmas Eve church for me was a live four-week-old lamb, borrowed from a local farm, carried up the aisle by an only slightly struggling young (7 years old? 8?) shepherd. Both shepherd and sheep gave admirable performances, the latter bleating only as much as was totally adorable.