Christmas with the nephews was a hoot.  They were both very different, with Gabe needing to be reminded to open gifts, easily fixated on the hammer that makes noise or the Curious George monkey.  Alex, on the other hand, couldn’t unwrap the gifts fast enough, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. They were sweet, and I enjoyed watching them be kids.

Gabe loved his Curious George and Alex loved the Batman vehicles.

In contrast to the carnage of Christmas Day, Christmas Eve service at church was worshipful and lovely.  It was a joy to be a part of the service, telling a story of growing up in a family that incorporated serving others into our annual holiday traditions.  I was able to sit on the stage throughout the service, with a few other friends, and it was an unexpectedly worshipful time.  Being on the stage is supposed to be nerve-wracking, and it usually is for me, but I had a beautiful view of the rows of people singing praises to God which melted away any apprehension.  And there wasn’t a better view in the room of the spread of candlelight through the sanctuary.   Perfect way to start the celebration of Jesus’ birth.