I dunno. All Christmas Eves, for me have been pretty mellow.
The one I remember the most was when I was 19 years old, in college, and my younger brother died in an automobile accident during final examinations, just before Christmas.
All that taken care of, I had to decide where to spend Christmas; I didn't want to spend it with any of the older brothers and sisters and their families.
I decided to go to my grandmother's in northeastern Pennsylvania.
The problem was, everything was all booked up, even trains and buses.
(This was, like, December 19.)
A neighbor who was a long-distance truck-driver heard of my situation, and got things lined up. I rode with him to Grand Island, Nebraska, where I got on board with another long-distance truck-driver headed to Chicago, who made arrangements for a third long-distance truck-driver to get me to Cincinnati, after which I was sent on my way with a fourth long-distance truck-driver to Cleveland, who then connected me with a fifth long-distance truck-driver to Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, and then I got from Harrisburg to Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania with a sixth.
It went like clockwork, and I got there on Christmas Eve, about 5:00 p.m.
I have no doubt God was pleased that these truck-drivers have since flourished and prospered, and am grateful for that.