Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Figure Eights
Sunday evening was the annual ice skating party. Every year a near-by congregation rents out the rink and invites the two closest church branches (that's us!) to join them in an evening of freezing ears and scraped hands. I love this event 'cause I love ice skating. I rooted for nine years for Michelle Kwan to win the gold. Never happened, but it totally hooked me on this sport.
That is not to say I know how to skate.
At all.
When I was in junior high a friend's grandma wanted her to learn to skate. The grandma took my friend each Saturday to the rink to practice, but it was no fun on her own. So I was invited to come along and learn as well.
That was... well, more years ago than I'd like to remember.
But that doesn't stop my sister and I from trying out all our tricks on the ice. Fancy stuff, like, not falling down. Skating on one foot. Or spinning each other till we fall down. Not that's tricky.
And this Sunday we had yucky weather and some other complications that kept us from our friends and skinned knees.
But this is still a tradition I love.
Monday, December 15, 2008
You Must Watch

Saturday, December 13, 2008
The Greatest Story
Friday, December 12, 2008
Holy Night
"On December 24, 1818, the curate of a parish in Oberndorf, Austira, Joseph Mohr gave a poem he had written to a friend of his, Franz Gruber, who was also the choir master and organist of that church. He asked Mr. Gruber if he might write music for his poem and that he might write it for two solo voices and guitar music because the organ being broken, he desperately wanted music to be a part of their Christmas Eve service. Mr. Gruber wrote the melody to the song that would become the most beloved of all Christmas carols, 'Stille Nacht,' in English-- Silent Night. 'Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh.' Sleep in heavenly peace."
The other thing I love about this song is that it translates so well. Obviously words don't rythme the same in other languages, but Silent Night rhymes in German, English, and Spanish as far as I know, and I believe it rhymes in many of the other 300 languages its been translated to as well. It seems to me that Joseph Mohr had some divine help writing this song.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
CHRISTmas lights
And while attending this event may, in fact, turn into a holiday tradition, the moment I'm going for here was looking at the local Christmas lights after it was over. Technically it is the first year my husband, son and I have driven aimlessly around a neighborhood for the sole purpose of seeing flashing candy canes and white deer, but my family did it every year growing up. In fact, it could almost be more like a competition than a tradition. Can we find more lights than last year?
And in our home town we knew all the places to go. The Wilson's regularly won the town prize with their elves' workshop and the Steigerwalt's were never far behind with a garden of lights and "running water" under a bridge in blue chasers. Some houses were beautiful with color-coordinating master plans and others were hideous in their attempt to place every decoration created by man on their front lawn.
Then there were the lights in the city. Each year after the Christmas party at my Gramma's we'd go to a neighborhood that worked together as a community to portray the life of Christ. The first houses had verses from the Old Testament prophesying the coming of a Messiah. And when I say verses I mean someone took a board and drilled holes spelling out each word and then took the time to place a light into each of those holes so you could read each verse in five inch tall twinkle lights. And the prophets? Well, you know those deer? That's kind of what the people looked like. Metal figures with lights close enough together that you can easily see the shape. So there is Isaiah, standing on someones lawn.
Then you get to the angel coming to Mary, riding on a donkey, stopping at an inn, Jesus in a manger, shepards in their fields, wisemen, the whole bit. Each in its own yard. With some squirrels and stuff in what must be the yards of non-believers. But the lights don't stop there. You see the ministry of the grown Savior, his death, and his resurrection. The tomb actually rolls away in blinking, timed lights. Its amazing.
Then you drive through the booth at the end, make a donation if you like, and get those little candy canes in a plastic package.
So like I said, this may be the first time for my own family. But it won't be the last.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Annual Meeting

Thursday, December 4, 2008
Poinsettia
"I am sure, Pepita, that even the most humble gift, if given in love, will be acceptable in His eyes," said Pedro consolingly.
From that day on, the bright red flowers were known as the Flores de Noche Buena, or Flowers of the Holy Night, for they bloomed each year during the Christmas season.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Trim the Tree
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
A Year of Blessings
Monday, December 1, 2008
CHRISTmas
So join us this month for more ideas. Maybe this will inspire you to take pictures of your own traditions. Don't overlook these memories just because they don't have pictures of people! And thanks to Amber for suggesting the idea on her blog! The Advent Event - Sharing Christmas ideas, traditions, tips and more!