Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas One and All!
Well it looks like the idea of Christmas in the sun is turning into Christmas under a monsoon as we are experiencing the joys of torrential rainstorms here at the moment. But at least it’s hot.
It’s Christmas Eve and there’s just time to squeeze in a blog entry before the volunteer Secret Santa present exchange followed by a midnight meditation gathering in the prayer room.
Have just come in from carol singing with the kids around various places on site, they accumulated biscuits, sweets and presents as they went round, thoroughly deserved as they traipsed through dark and mud to get from place to place and all were brave enough not to get scared off by the many dogs barking. Classic carol singing event in many ways, some forgot their words, one child carried on singing when everyone else stopped, chaos reigned. But each audience loved every minute, which is the important thing. Good job I forgot the candles or we’d have had even more fun!
I did an interactive story for church this morning with angels (‘Hallelujah’ chorus and leaping up from chairs), shepherds (‘Oy, sheep!’) and baby (‘aah’, rocking a child softly) as the interactive words. The kids loved it, and so did some of the volunteers. They are getting there with the carols but some can’t read so well so it’s difficult to follow the many complicated words. (have you ever noticed how complicated and unusual many carol lyrics are?!)
Tomorrow we’re expecting a visit from Father Christmas around 10am, when he’s passed by my house to pick up his suit. Then an early Christmas lunch before heading off down to the region of Swayimane, in the Valley, for a Christmas party with some children there. It should be an amazing day, and a very different Christmas Day with a lot more activity, and a lot less alcohol, than I’m used to…
So, on that note, I’m off to see what SS has brought me and wish you a very Merry Christmas however you intend to celebrate it!
Well it looks like the idea of Christmas in the sun is turning into Christmas under a monsoon as we are experiencing the joys of torrential rainstorms here at the moment. But at least it’s hot.
It’s Christmas Eve and there’s just time to squeeze in a blog entry before the volunteer Secret Santa present exchange followed by a midnight meditation gathering in the prayer room.
Have just come in from carol singing with the kids around various places on site, they accumulated biscuits, sweets and presents as they went round, thoroughly deserved as they traipsed through dark and mud to get from place to place and all were brave enough not to get scared off by the many dogs barking. Classic carol singing event in many ways, some forgot their words, one child carried on singing when everyone else stopped, chaos reigned. But each audience loved every minute, which is the important thing. Good job I forgot the candles or we’d have had even more fun!
I did an interactive story for church this morning with angels (‘Hallelujah’ chorus and leaping up from chairs), shepherds (‘Oy, sheep!’) and baby (‘aah’, rocking a child softly) as the interactive words. The kids loved it, and so did some of the volunteers. They are getting there with the carols but some can’t read so well so it’s difficult to follow the many complicated words. (have you ever noticed how complicated and unusual many carol lyrics are?!)
Tomorrow we’re expecting a visit from Father Christmas around 10am, when he’s passed by my house to pick up his suit. Then an early Christmas lunch before heading off down to the region of Swayimane, in the Valley, for a Christmas party with some children there. It should be an amazing day, and a very different Christmas Day with a lot more activity, and a lot less alcohol, than I’m used to…
So, on that note, I’m off to see what SS has brought me and wish you a very Merry Christmas however you intend to celebrate it!
posted by Caroline @ 7:12 pm
1 Comments:
At Friday, 29 December, 2006,
Martin said…
You may like the sun, but this will deprive you of the joys of ice skating in the castle - Good fun even if you're petrified and stay glued to the side of the rink. (except for short periods where people give you a supporting hand... or a penguin)
As for the interactive story telling, St. would be proud.
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