Whuddya Mean

Christmas is Over?

Christmas Down South...

We spent the weekend before Christmas down in Marietta visiting Cindy's folks. Saturday was a gorgeous day (at least for a December day in Ohio), and both Josh and Marie enjoyed riding one of the four-wheelers. Sunday morning came fairly early as Josh bounced out of bed in anticipation of a Christmas morning with his grandparents. The mound of presents were a bit overwhelming- even for Josh- but he, Sarah, and Marie managed to make the morning last for a fair amount of time. By far, one of Josh's favorite gifts was his scooter, and Ms. Sarah simply adored her baby doll that her grandma had bought for her.

Watching my son interact with his Grandpa Gerber is a real treat for me. Here's a man who truly enjoys his grand-kids. It's obvious that Fred cherishes the time that he gets to spend with his grandson- evidenced by the time that he spends on the floor playing Lego's/ games with Josh; taking him outside to ride on the four-wheeler/ trekking up the hillside for an afternoon walk with the little guy; or just taking in all the energy (and conversation) that Josh has to offer. Josh is constantly asking me when the next time will be that he'll get to spend time with his Grandpa Gerber...and I'm guessing Fred feels the same way.

Twas' the Night Before Christmas

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Dear Santa,

Define Good...

Santa Baby...

Just slip a sable under the tree- For me- Been an awful good girl Santa Baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight...ba boom, ba boom, ba boom, ba boom

Chapel Christmas 2007:

The Nativity

We just finished up the Christmas concerts this evening...even with the cruddy weather, we had a fairly large crowd at the 7:00 performance. Like last year, I was simply blown away at the talent level of our singers. Kenton and Emily did a phenomenal job of pulling this whole thing together; I am so incredibly proud to be part of this 100+ ensemble of singers, orchestra/ praise band players. Many of them are like family to me, and I feel incredibly privileged to be able to worship with them each Sunday.

It's hard to believe, though, that after all the individual practicing and group rehearsals, it's all over. This year, we had a Celtic flavor to the concerts- complete with a group of young Irish dancers who accompanied a few of our songs. I think the pivotal song of the entire concert was a tune entitled How Many Kings. A follow-up message by our pastor answered the question, How many kings would give up their thrones for us? The answer? Just one, and his birthday is in about two weeks.

Some winter humor...