I know its a little late, but I was waiting on some pictures, but I thought I'd just go ahead without all of them.
We spent Christmas this year with the mountain west Olsons in Broomfield CO. They have a few Christmas Eve standing traditions that I do to take part in. The first was a production of the Nativity- as reverent and as holy as that might seem . . . well I'll let the costumes speak for themselves.
Isaac was the biblical ass with a tail that he (and I) was quite proud of. He graciously stepped up to the plate to fill in for his brother Skyler who is on a mission.
I played the fierce angel with a rendition of "Glory to God" that will stick with (or haunt) the Olsons for years.
This is Isaac's brother Sam and his lover Mayon. No he is not a gypsy, but rather one of the shepherd and Mayon was his sheep.
After the laughter died down, we played the bells. There were 8 different colors that matched large poster boards of music. We each took turns with the different colors playing along. Unfortuantley, there were small children there and they got to ring the one that got played the most and I got stuck with the one timer. By the end of the evening, the bells went from loving sing-a-long to death cage match couple on couple, who could play the best. I'm not at liberty to say who the winners were . . .
We finished the evening by getting our new pajamas (pictures pending) and playing the Wii until the wee-hours of the night in preparation for Chirstmas morning. All in all it was a pretty fun Christmas, until the day after when I got food poisioning. (No worries it wasn't my mother-in- law trying to poison me- we've passed that stage. It was a "treat" from the neighbors.) Isaac won't let me post the puking pictures. Happy Holidays!
