Christmas Eve

The new ward that my parents got switched to

(and us too since we have been going to church with them for the last 4 months)

has a tradition of having a special and short musical program on Christmas Eve.

This year Marianne was asked to sing a little ditty. 

I accompanied her.

(while we're on the topic, people at church get Marianne and I mixed up a lot.  Marianne spoke a few weeks ago and told a crazy story.  Now I get people coming up to me telling ME that I gave a really great talk and they can't believe the guy in her story was such a dork.  I don't have the heart to say, "Oh, that was my sister."  I just say thank you.

Jeff sang in church and I accompanied.  Now Marianne gets folks coming up to her saying that her husband sang most lovely.  A lady at a restaurant thought we were twins.   Either Marianne must have crows feet around her eyes like me or I have a lovely, squared off jaw bone like Marianne. 

 Ha! 

 Neither,

or I'm just the fat twin and she's the one with the long luscious eye lashes.

Oh, but I digress....

We did a wee bit of singing around the piano and Maryn belted out her best opera. 

I think that's what she's doing here.

Our Nativity reenactment...

Ady chose to be the narrator this year;

the modern, techie narrator on an IPad and everything.

Enough said.

Enough said again.

I'm pretty sure those are the best gifts Baby Jesus has ever received.

Our angel was very much in character.

When all the children were nestled in their beds and visions of sugar plums were dancing in their heads and tummies...

I had to take a picture after Santa came

because

I love the magic feeling of Christmas after Santa comes

AND

who would have ever imagined that we'd be living at Marty's house having Christmas?

Nightie-Night!