My mom asked if she could write the Christmas Eve post, as the story, she feels, is best told from a third-person point of view. I will admit that everytime she tells the story, she finds great joy and hilarity in it, so if it brought her joy to write about it, why not?
So, here is my mom’s (Noni’s) first ever blog post.
Would you like a smile?
On Christmas Eve we went to church, as we try to do every year. Imagine a beautiful church full of happy people about a minute before the service was to begin. It was a family service to which all were invited, including the littlest ones.
The choir was singing and the altar was glowing in candlelight surrounded by what seemed like hundreds of red poinsettia flowers. We, my daughter, son-in-law, and I had planned to observe the service from the Wesley Room, which is their child and family area. As we were going in the room, a kind lady invited us into the actual church, as this was a family service and all families were welcome. Although, we glaced at each other as if to ask “what do we do?” we decided to try and observe Christmas Eve service in the sanctuary.
As we walked in, I was holding William's hand and because the church was already so full, I walked over to the side aisle and I could see William was mesmerized by the Christmas carols being sung by the choir. I walked down the aisle with him to the front as he was fixated by the gorgeous poinsettias and was loving every minute of this lovely moment.
Suddenly, without warning, he dropped my hand and broke into a full run across the entire front of the church and just as quickly Stacy flew past me after William in full pursuit in front of the altar and two smiling ministers.
Way on the other side she caught him, scooped him up and carried him back across the front of the church waving to the congregation as we quickly retreated to the back of the church and into the Wesley Room. I very gladly thought the whole situation was over.
We listened while the minister gave a very short sermon talking about all the things we love in the Christmas season and I heard him say how we all love many different things and he named some. Then he said he loved seeing the joy of little children who come to church and are happy and enjoying themselves and the dear parents who lovingly watch over them, rescuing them when needed. So obviously we were named but in such a dear way we thought it very sweet ... a little embarrassing but very sweet.