Tired Parents Check In
Well, you've seen the write-up on the Christmas Open House and on our Christmas Day, so what else is there to tell, other than we had a great time and are really really tired. Why are we tired? Well December 30th we traipsed down to the Stake Center and began decorating with one of the wards for the "Sort-of New Year's Eve Dance," which was to be held that night. My Mom had told me that the centerpiece of their ward's Christmas decorations was a giant branch, festooned with little white lights and hanging from the center of the ceiling in their cultural hall. So, as usual, the Lord, in his infinite wisdom and general Looking Out For Elizabeth (a well-rehearsed gesture of His this past year) provided a perfectly lovely branch after the one we had sought from the local tree-trimmer turned out to be a bushy dense little thing. We've had scads of high winds this season, and lo and behold, there was a graceful arching fallen branch in the front parking lot. We carted it in, strung it with lights and hoisted up to the ceiling (luckily there was a plug up there). Lights around the perimeter and you have this for an effect:
Two hundred youth joined us for a "stand." Yes, in olden days it would have been called a "dance," but now they just stand around and go bump once in a while. (Matthew says it's because their music is undanceable.) Here's some shots of that night. We served a breakfast buffet at 11 p.m. and sent the little critters home so we could clean up and mop up.
To top off that extravaganza, we had a quiet celebration of my birthday. We visited Alex and his parents and brother for lunch, and they sang Happy Birthday to me over a plate of cupcakes. Alex ate the frosting off of his.
Well, you've seen the write-up on the Christmas Open House and on our Christmas Day, so what else is there to tell, other than we had a great time and are really really tired. Why are we tired? Well December 30th we traipsed down to the Stake Center and began decorating with one of the wards for the "Sort-of New Year's Eve Dance," which was to be held that night. My Mom had told me that the centerpiece of their ward's Christmas decorations was a giant branch, festooned with little white lights and hanging from the center of the ceiling in their cultural hall. So, as usual, the Lord, in his infinite wisdom and general Looking Out For Elizabeth (a well-rehearsed gesture of His this past year) provided a perfectly lovely branch after the one we had sought from the local tree-trimmer turned out to be a bushy dense little thing. We've had scads of high winds this season, and lo and behold, there was a graceful arching fallen branch in the front parking lot. We carted it in, strung it with lights and hoisted up to the ceiling (luckily there was a plug up there). Lights around the perimeter and you have this for an effect:
Two hundred youth joined us for a "stand." Yes, in olden days it would have been called a "dance," but now they just stand around and go bump once in a while. (Matthew says it's because their music is undanceable.) Here's some shots of that night. We served a breakfast buffet at 11 p.m. and sent the little critters home so we could clean up and mop up.
To top off that extravaganza, we had a quiet celebration of my birthday. We visited Alex and his parents and brother for lunch, and they sang Happy Birthday to me over a plate of cupcakes. Alex ate the frosting off of his.
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| What does a cow say (I asked). Moo (he said). What does a cat say? Meow. And Alex, what does a horse say? "Yee-Haw!" |
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| Can I have a cupcake? (asked Andrew). Although you have a cute smile, you have no teeth (we said). |
So, I'm about to start teaching again. Say good-bye to sanity and relaxation (you call this last month "relaxing?") as I begin again the Grading, Etc. Hope your holidays were relaxing as well as delightful and that all your best Christmas Wishes came true.
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