Christmas is synonymous with redemption to me. Christmas a few years ago expanded that belief to a higher level. My 16-year-old son would not be joining us for Christmas for the second year in a row. He would be serving time in a federal juvenile correctional facility instead. In September of that year, he was charged with stealing a gun from a local pawn shop. He was questioned for hours. He made the police mad, so he was arrested. My son did not act alone and law enforcement knew it.