Feliz Navidad
Sunday night Anchor presented their Christmas cantata- The Christmas Light. It was wonderful of course, focusing on Christ being born as the light of the world. But for the Lopez family, our thoughts were in a slightly different place, or more specifically, a different language. A friend from church had invited several Spanish speaking friends that night, and asked Enric to translate. Yikes! Actually, Enric was able to translate the script ahead of time and only had to read it along with the English presentation. Our new friend Angeles said Enric did fine, y gracias. 
We all went out afterward and had a wonderful conversation with her, in Spanish (mostly.) My brain is still trying to translate as I type…
Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
We explained ahead of time to Silas that church would be different that night, including the fact that there would be lots of singing. He listened to the cantata very well, and seemed very interested, especially in the instruments that played, and only got a little wiggly at the very end (when Pastor was speaking. Ahem.) But as we stood in the foyer afterward, Silas asked me “Mommy? When are we going to do all the music?”
“What? We just did! Didn’t you hear the choir? And the trumpets and violins? And the teens sang and the children sang? That was all the music!”
“Oh. Well I thought it was going to be on a radio!”
Deck the Halls
Monday night Rubí hit me. HARD! Apparently the collar bone is a very sensitive place, at least to me! She came running to me (arms open, field of daisy style) but somehow we missed and her Nuk smashed right into my collar bone. I don’t remember anything hurting so much since she was born. Very surprising for such an unsung bone. It’s still sore and swollen.
Let it Snow…
It hasn’t snowed yet here. I think some people claim to have seen flakes nearby, but that is far from a white Christmas. Mama found a weather map that claims we have only a 10% chance of having a white Christmas in this area. That dream aside, I was wishing it would snow at least a little bit, just to inspire the Christmas mood. Except Monday I talked with a lady who lives in a tent. And now I am glad for her that the weather has been too warm to snow.
Ten Lords A-Leaping
A long strong tradition of decorating Christmas cookies lives on in the Bosley-Lopez household this year. And while not technically a tradition yet, since this is only the second year we’ve done it, decorating the ginger bread cookies as Ravens players is well on it’s way to becoming traditional!
Actually there are only nine, but I certainly dare not label them “Nine Ladies Dancing”!
Peyton Got Run Over by a Reindeer
We made some non-Raven players too.
Funny story about those… Last year, when we decorated the cookies, we made a Peyton Manning. But in tragic cookie-tin accident, Cookie-Peyton’s head was broken off. Just a cookie, you say? I ask you then why the real Peyton was out for the season this year. That’s right: neck troubles. Coincidence?
I Want a Hippopotamus For Christmas…
… because they’d NEVER be able to hide that from me!
Below you see my cute display of tree-wrapped presents, safely out of reach of curious little hands.
The gift bag however, is from Enric to me. I firmly (and conspiratorially) believe there is nothing in that bag at all.
You see, I have earned a reputation for shaking wrapped gifts. Not violently, I simply enjoy the conjecturing process. Anticipation is half the fun, and seeing if my guess was correct is another 25%. Strangely though, this joy of mine is not shared by a few of the gift-giving family members. Therefore, when Enric put his bag up there for me, I was determined to not shake it (or at least, to try to wait as long as I could before I did anyway.) Unfortunately, he put it in a bad spot. No really! I had a nice structured display going up there, and he put the bag in front of several gifts so I really HAD to move it.
I did NOT shake it, promise! But I couldn’t help but notice the weight. The bag is very, airily light. Which can only lead me to believe that the gift bag is a decoy. There have been several other occurrences to back up my theory that my present is truly somewhere else entirely.
Silent Night
Good Night!
