Our family celebrated a wonderful Christmas. Our usual tradition is to attend Midnight Mass as a family. Our parishes Midnight Mass is the real deal -- starting at the strike of midnight and lasting until the wee hours of morning, the joy of Christ coming is palatable. Trumpets sound as we joyfully celebrate the Christ Child.
This year, with a few family members feeling under the weather and Christopher scheduled to serve his first ever Mass at 7:30 AM, we had to forgo our tradition. I was sad to be missing one of my favorite Masses of the year, but was excited to celebrate Christmas with my son serving at the alter. So well before sun up, Christopher and I headed out into the deep and glistening snow. Our short walk to the Church in the silent darkness was a wonderful reminder of the dark cold night when our Savior came. The moon was full and the snow shone in its light. It was really beautiful!
And my favorite part of Christmas was seeing my little boy serving. He was so sweet!
(All photo credits go to my AWESOME new Nikon-- Christmas gift from my parents and Andrew!!)