Golly Beaver, I thought the wintery weather would never arrive! We've had such unseasonably warm weather that it didn't even feel like Christmas was coming. Not that I minded too much. I've been able to take pictures outside a lot longer than usual. But today, it really feels like December and its much easier to get into the Christmas spirit.
The choir sang Angels We Have Heard On High for Sacrament Meeting. It was touch and go during choir practice, but it sounded beautiful when we performed it. Not that I had anything to do with it sounding lovely. I am simply a warm body, placed in the choir to fill the void. I am not a singer. Oh sure, I like to hum a merry little tune every now and then, and I am afflicted with our family curse of breaking into song whenever anyone says something that resembles song lyrics, but I have a really difficult time following the music and making my voice do what the music says it must. Yup, I'm just up there with the choir to make it look like more people are singing.
So, we got out of church early today because the Bishop was concerned about people who live in the higher elevations being able to get home. Bro. C. (of the Chat's Family), dismissed us with a smile and a comment about how he shouldn't be so happy about it. I think its ok every now and again, and it gives us more "special" family time together.
Ha Ha! I have been afflicted with the family curse, too! My children give me a bad time about it, but just wait--they will probably develop the same affliction.
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