Every year, we carol to the neighbors with a family from across the street. First, we ate a spaghetti dinner, complete with homemade bread and jam. Then we bundled up, sang "O Come All Ye Faithful" and "We Wish You a Merry Christmas", and delivered jam to six other families. Normally we would sing one more song, but the air was close to freezing, and so were we.
For the first time ever, we opened one present on Christmas Eve. New jammies. For everyone, that is, except Anika, who made it adamantly clear to me that she did NOT want to wear anything but the mesh shorts and soccer shirt she currently wears.
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This is what happens when you tell the girls
to kiss the four-year-old brother for a picture. |
When we got home, we also started our traditional reading from Luke, complete with costumes and acting. The children knew exactly which parts they wanted.
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| Baby Jesus |
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Mary and Baby Jesus
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Angels We Have Heard on High
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After the Christmas story, we rushed the kids off to bed. They all wanted to sleep in Morgan's room, so Henry and Anika slept in sleeping bags. They were all asleep by 10:00 p.m.
2 comments:
That may be the biggest Baby Jesus I've ever seen. But my aunt's nativity set's Baby Jesus looks to be about 4, too.
I like that runaway donkey! Whoah!
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