Our church, like many others, has a candlelight service on Christmas Eve. It's one of my favorite services (Easter is another one). The church is packed with family and friends, poinsettias and candles. Speaking of, a couple of years ago, one of the candles looked like it was about to set one of the poinsettias on fire up on the platform behind the pastor during his message...needless to say, it captivated our attention and no one was listening to what he was saying. Hubby finally walked up behind him and snuffed it out. I don't think they've tried putting the candles so close to the poinsettias again.
Our nieces played the piano.
(we had three nieces play, but somehow I only got pictures of two)
The hand chime choir played.
I am in it. Hubby is in it. My parents are in it. Two of my sisters-in-law are in it. Our niece is in it. It is a family affair.
There was a lot of other music as well - returning college kids singing, violin, cello. Maybe that's why I like it so much?
And there were candles, of course.
This was the first year Kiddo got a candle by himself. He took his job very seriously.
Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright...
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