I imagine that they ate upon the ground, on a hill, overlooking their flock. Maybe they ate in shifts while some walked amongst their sheep.
I imagine that the evening was cool, their clothes were warm. I think there was very little light. I also think they were good people, for I doubt that God would proclaim, through his angels, the birth of his son to bad people.
I think most of us can relate to the shepherds for they were the working class. Most of us are good people trying to do a good job. We are not like the Kings traveling from afar to find the baby. Most of us are plugging away in our own “country” doing the best we can. Perhaps on a quiet night we are blessed with things of the spirit.
This Christmas Eve I will try to start a new tradition. By tree light, for candles are too dangerous, we will eat a simple dinner of bread and cheese, fruit, and some meat. We sit on a blanket on the floor and discuss the Savior. Hopefully with fingers crossed we will have a silent night.