By Christmas Eve, most were feeling well enough to enjoy a reenactment of the Christmas story, using darling hand puppets. Our daughter read from the scriptures, while her husband and the three children crouched behind a blanket covered board, and held up Mary, Joseph, Shepherds and Angels, to the smiles of us all. When they ran short on hands, our son-in-law's quick thinking saved the day, and his foot appeared holding the donkey.
Traditionally, my daughter sings a song to the children when she tucks them in bed. This night, she asked us to join her in a tender rendition of Silent Night.
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