We just got back from the lovely Community of Christ candlelight Christmas Eve service and an open house at one of the members' homes. These C of C folks sure know how to party; they're having a potluck tomorrow at the church and we're headed there, too.
We debated about going to midnight Mass afterward, but decided to buy a half gallon of milk at Stripes (nee Circle K), go home, make cookies and watch Gandhi in our pajamas. We just saw Charlie Wilson's War the other night and needed an antidote to the escalating cycles of violence afoot in the world.
I was pleasantly surprised at the nice sacrament meeting Christmas program this year. The ward music director and her husband provided the narration (but were out of town) and the substitute music leader called up the women and the men separately to sing different Christmas carols in between the Primary kids' predictably atonal numbers.
The bishop announced that visitors were welcome to take home the poinsettias decorating the pulpit. The new RS president opted to blow the last of the RS budget on a spread of finger foods, hot cocoa and apple cider for the RS and YW (and Primary teachers took turns coming in and noshing).
The only thing not going quite according to plan: We can't keep Cosby out of the damn Christmas tree. Every time we leave, we come back to find ornaments on the floor (minus their hangers), the gold tulle askew and visibly chewed and the bottom branches bend downward from Cosby climbing them. Grrrrrr!
Monday, December 24, 2007
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2 comments:
Ah, cats. 'Nuff said there, eh?
Glad to hear you had a better holiday religious experience for Christmas than you did at Easter!
Our cat just crawled all over the presents repeatedly so she could drink the tree water. Sigh. She will drink out of ANYTHING but her own mug (forget bowls). She was quite confounded last night by Scott's Camelback (plastic water bag thingy) and was infuriated that she could see and practically touch the water, but access was in all ways denied.
CoC thing sounds really fun. I remember when we went with Janet -- that was fun too. :-)
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