It begins at noon ET and finishes when the wood in the fireplace has crumbled to embers and the kids are all asleep. It keeps millions of fans company amid the low murmur of family gathering and the joyful tearing of wrapping paper. It can wow and awe; it can send viewers right to sleep after too much eggnog. It’s an escape and a celebration and everything in between.
That’s right. It’s the NBA on Christmas.
