My dad was not fond of Christmas. He was a bit more “reformed” in his thinking than a lot of Baptist preachers, and thought we ought to celebrate the birth of the Savior 52 Sundays a year. Consequently, when I was a boy, we didn’t decorate much, if at all, for Christmas. Some years we would have a very small tree, sometimes not. I remember getting gifts, but the extravagance many of us now know was non-existent.My wife says I am moving in that direction (and have been for many years). I assume she is right (isn’t she always?). I think we are too inward focused during these days. I…