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Entering the house, they saw the child with Mary his mother, and falling to their knees, they worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts: gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
Matthew 2:11 CSB
Not sure if this is the first Boxing Day, or even the first visitors, but what did they do?
Worshipped Jesus. 
He was a baby, hadn't done anything, yet they recognised him for who he was from what they knew. 
Had the Old Testament scriptures found there way to these "wise men from the east"? Or did they have some other revelation from God?
They certainly knew who Jesus was, and worshipped him. 
I wonder what that worhsip looked like? 
This is like church day#1, with some guys from a different culture, different ethnicity, almost certainly a lot older than the teenage parents, worshipping at the feet of Jesus, the baby. 
And then they crack open their treasures, their gifts. 
They came prepared to give Jesus the best of what they had. 
There was no prescription for worship here, no form, and then giving.
Worship
Giving
We can do that today, worhsip Jesus, and give to Him.
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