This is too fun of a date to let slip past without blogging. I’ve yet an hour to midnight here in the Pacific Northwest.
This evening was the annual Christmas Sing-along at the Friends church in town. What a time we had rocking the building with noise and joy. Two of our regular guitarists couldn’t make it but there were still plenty of musicians and the pews (rounded into sort of a circle for the occasion) were packed.
Ed took a few pictures early in the evening, before the large group of cowboys arrived. Once they came there was hardly even any standing room left. It’s a good thing a number of people took turns chatting and eating in the basement. I wish he’d thought to take a picture of them. They were decked out with their hats, and fancy neck rags. But, alas, no pictures of them.
Heehee, no we weren’t intentionally practicing the old Quaker traditions of men on one side and women on the other. It just happened this way.
Some of the smaller kids danced to some of the songs, a sight to cheer one’s heart.
One of the older couples who always attend said they’ve come to every Sing-Along since we started doing this 16 years ago. Has we really been doing it that long!
Now that this evening is behind us I’m looking ahead to the last days leading up to Christmas. We work at not getting caught up in the consumerism or the hurry-scurry of the season but to try to choose deliberately what is worth our time and effort. As a result we’ve been pretty successful at maintaining a reasonable pace. Though tempted, I’m trying not to cast a bunch of wool on the needles or other unrealistic expectations. Today I made half a dozen small apple cakes with homemade caramel sauce to give to friends. Some gifting cookies were baked on Wednesday and I’d like to make a batch or two of some type of candy, perhaps divinity this year. I’m looking forward to spending a quiet afternoon tomorrow writing Christmas cards to dear loved ones far away.
Keeping the season simple is good.