As kids, we figured out that the best bang for our Catholic buck was to opt into midnight mass on Christmas Eve. At our parish, that mass was held at 9 or 10 PM, which is basically midnight when you’re 9 years old and the idea of waiting 8 or more hours to see if your dreams for an American Girl doll had been realized, or if you were destined to a life …
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