Honestly, I have said several times that I look forward to waking up in my own home on Christmas morning as I once did long ago. At the same time, I know what that means. It means our moms will be gone and I then regret the thought. In spite of all the logistics and travel, Christmas morning without our moms, in their homes, is difficult to imagine. Our moms are our family glue. They bring us together, our siblings all. We gather around their Christmas tree which, weeks earlier, we traveled south to install and help decorate. We cook the Christmas meals in their kitchens. Most of all, we gather as a family in their home, our family home. We understand that this tradition is likely to change in the near future.