It's Christmas Day, both a Federal secular holiday and the second-most important religious holiday (after Easter) in the Western Christian liturgical calendar.
I live across the street from the Lutheran Church in my village. While the minister and I are friends, I doubt she expects me to show up for services this morning, though the rest of the village board, and half the county, will.
But it is snowing, like you'd see on a Christmas card, and with folk from miles around coming to services, that means many people will be parking on my side of the street. (The church has no parking lot.)
Thus my good deed for the church (they are my neighbours after all, even if I am not a believer nor a member) is to drag out at dawn to shovel the walks around my house and salt them, so the parishioners attending services this morning will not have to contend with icy dangerous walks nor trudge through the snow.
Though the village's ordinances require a resident to shovel their walks (and I have twice as many: the penalty for owning a corner lot), they don't require you to be up at dawn in the middle of a snowstorm to do it.
It is already astronomical twilight - dawn is at 7:16 MST (my standard time), so I guess I will haul outside then with the shovel and the salt.