Some of Tate's venison has been roasting in the crock-pot all day, so I have a few minutes to try to pick up the slack here...
We used to have a Christmas party almost every year, but with the boys' activities, Tuba Christmas, Messiah, and everything else, some years it's just too much. But this seemed like a do-able year, for reasons I don't begin to understand ;D
I can manage a few hot drinks, and we already had plenty of cookies...
... all we needed were the neighbors...
... and friends...
... and relatives.
I don't know, I think we had about thirty people? The lady in the first picture, on the couch, is the one that just lost her husband. I'm glad she came out to socialize :D
And, our little chapel held its annual children's program, once again very low-key because once again the able mom who directs is pregnant ;D
All the kids participate, right up through high school.
I love how Gunnar, a wise-man, felt it necessary to lower his beard while he read his lines.
It's hard to see it here, but he specially requested a blue and gold teapot I have, to use as his gift.
You can see it better in this older picture, when Tate carried it.
I'm not the only one who thinks Wyatt has a "radio voice".
We had a very majestic star, shining over the manger...
... though the shepherds kept us grounded. I would've thought the one in the middle would've had the hardest time behaving up there, but not so. He may have been a bit stoic, but his fellow shepherd (on the right) became obsessed with his fingers and went through all manner of little games until he decided to wave to everyone.
I seriously doubt it was a silent night anyway!