Last night, the youth choir from the Catholic church nearby braved the cold and visited my neighborhood Christmas carolling. It brought back memories of my days in youth group and the carolling party we had each year, where we went out and sang to those who were shut-ins from the church.
There are times when I feel very fortunate. Growing up with my father in the military, I've lived a lot of places and celebrated Christmas day all across the U.S. I've been to the beach on Christmas in Hawaii and I've seen a white Christmas in my time.
My parent's tree is almost a travelogue of our adventures. We have all kinds of ornaments from our various travels as a family...many of them with stories. Of course, we also still have all those ones I made as a child, which my mom loves and I try to hang as far back on the tree and out of sight as possible....
posted by Michael Hickerson at 12/22/2005 03:26:00 PM |
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