We had quite the highlight at church yesterday. Our two fantastic percussionists, Glenn and Brennan did a drum accompaniment to “Little Drummer Boy” (imagine that) that was amazing. Yes. THAT Brennan. The young man who lives across the street. The guy we have watched grow up literally from the day he was born. He’s in high school now, and he plays drums for the high school band as well. Amazing. Just amazing. They are going to reprise their rendition at the Christmas Eve services coming up on Tuesday. 4 and 6 p.m. Come hear them!
After church we drove into Texas to help celebrate Ezra’s eighth birthday. Tacos and cheese dip and guacamole were all served for lunch. The best part, though, came at dessert. Ezra made his own cake. It was a layered affair: ice cream sandwiches as a base, an entire bowl of cool whip was next. Then came chocolate syrup and caramel. Finally, there was a sprinkling of chocolate chips and other candies on top. I gotta say, Buddy the Elf would have been proud. Well done, Ezra. So now both of our youngest grandkids have attained the lofty position called “Eight-Year-Old-dom”. Their parents must really be getting old.
After an epic Nerf gun battle, the family settled in for some Gingerbread house making. We got to be photographers. Among the constructions were: a kind of Tudor with a full pool in the back yard and wreaths on the door and walls, a Mexican cottage on the border (wall and all) with border patrol agents and one guy on top of the wall on his way over, an A-frame with Texas flag on one side of the roof and a Christmas tree on the other, and a meticulously created traditional with Christmas lights lining the roof and a full lawn of lush green grass. Pretty impressive community on the table.
Luke 2:7 says, Then she gave birth to her firstborn Son, and she wrapped Him snugly in cloth and laid Him in a feeding trough — because there was no room for them at the lodging place.
Father, thank you for endowing those youngsters with such amazing talent. Amen.
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