Christmas Week

For our Christmas Eve program we sang songs, read a story and Kristen's Christmas poem and played a game. My sister Linda and her husband John led us in Jingle Bells with John on the guitar. Lexa and Kayla (my nieces) played a duet on the piano. Dave read Kristen's poem and I read the story behind "I Head the Bells on Christmas Day" about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. My mother led us in a game where you pass presents (right, left, left) depending on the words in the story. We passed the scriptures around so everyone got to read part of Luke 2.

Christmas Day we spent the afternoon at Linda's house with a great Christmas dinner consisting of ham, green beans, eggplant parmigiana, rolls, green salad, and several kinds of pies. Then we opened family gifts. Dave gave me snowshoes (of course he had to get himself a pair also as it would be no fun to go snowshoeing by myself). Dave and I received stadium seats, down blankets and an umbrella so we can watch Bryson's football games in comfort this fall. We gave Linda and John a porch swing and Jeff and Jaelyn got a blender from my parents. Linda and John gave my parents an electric knife. Liz made Linda a DVD of family videos. It was hilarious. From Donna (Dave's sister) we received a Walton's video, Walmart gift card and a CD about Glenn Beck that I can't wait to listen to. Thanks Donna!

Friday we all went to the Hillcrest Countryclub for a breakfast put on by my mother and my aunt. We each wrote down something other people might not know about us and guessed who it was. Even my Grandma didn't know that my Uncle Floyd had ridden a camel. It was fun.
Dave and I had to make a run to McCall on Saturday to fix the dish washers, shovel snow and updated the TV. Of course we HAD to try out the snowshoes in all the fluffy white stuff. The roads were treacherous going up and coming down. We were in 4 wheel drive the whole time.
All in all it was as fun as it could be without Ben, Chantal, Kristen, Matt, Megan and Kevin. We did get to talk to them all. I only cried a little when Dave read the poem about them not being there - mothers can be so sentimental!