Christmas Eve Eve
Twas the night before Christmas Eve, the children ran a muck in the house. We were dressed in our Sunday best, not pictured, Damian's spouse. We hopped in the car and left for church in a hurry. Damian had to conduct music on time to avoid the bishop's fury. While leading all music, the children were left with their Mama. This poor lady had to deal with Olivia's drama. Olivia stole a handful of Sacrament bread, while her poor helpless mommy pulled her hair from her head. Despite all the chaos, ruckus and drama, the spirit was felt by everyone, "Holla!"
1 comment:
Nice poem, the kids look cute. Fistfuls of Sacrament bread is completely normal, try bringing her her own slice, or bribery snacks. We had a nice program also, glad to hear you were able to at least enjoy some of the Christmas Spirit!
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