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Welcome Niece Lizabeth

My niece Lizabeth has pinned the map, and I didn't even have to beg. Very nice. Yesterday, she left a very nice comment to a post I wrote sometime last month about the way my family celebrates Christmas. I have copied her comment here because I think it's worth reading:

Lizabeth said...
As I am the child that Sister #1 was expecting, EVERY Christmas for me included The Program. You have no idea what a lucky little girl I was. My auntees would spend inordinate amounts of time making me giggle, my uncle performed magic tricks, and everyone would watch me perform as if I were the most talented child in the Western Hemisphere. I loved Christmas at my Grandma's, not because it was my birthday, and not for all the great presents, but because The Program gave me a chance to join in this amazing group of people that looked and sang and laughed a lot like my mom.My friends think it's a riot, especially since my boyfriend learned to play the piano so he could play carols last year. As hokey as the whole thing is, it still reminds me that I belong to a family that is unique and quirky and very, very talented. (and that I'm still a lucky girl)

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dive said…
That's lovely, Robyn. Your map is getting quite crowded already.

The Progam sounds great fun. We used to do a similar thing with our miscellany of musicians dotted about the families. My cousin Lizzie (also nicknamed Lizard, like your neice) and I still try to make joyous noises for everyone to sing along to.

There's so few of us left now (this week we're all a bit down as it's five years since dad died), that it gets a bit lonely around Christmas, but we still like to get together at my Aunt's and unplug the TV and make our own "musical" entertainment.

You've brought back some lovely memories. Thanks.
3:19 PM
Scout said…
Dive, a few years ago my sisters, my niece, a nephew, and a brother in law went caroling in my mother's neighborhood in a suburb outside Atlanta. The neighbors were all gracious (we are pretty darn good, after all), but it seemed so odd to them. I'm afraid Christmas caroling is a dying tradition. A real shame.
4:28 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
I went caroling one year. I have a horrid voice, but it was grand good fun.
4:48 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
There's nothing quite like the feeling of having a family at Christams. ooops can I actually "SAY" Christmas without someone being offended anymore?
11:12 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
You'll have to excuse my comments... i write them in such a rush sometimes I spell words backwards and to the point where they must not make much sense to the reader.
11:14 AM
Scout said…
Rich, that's funny because I didn't even catch your typo the first time. We don't read entire words, I think, and my typing is so horibble that I didn't even notice.
11:24 AM
Anonymous said…
We always went caroling as a youth group when I was in high school. We'd pile in vans and suburbans to cross about town to visit the elderly and the shut-ins (the only ones who ever are home or would appreciate 45 teenagers singing LOUDLY on their front porch.

It was always a comedy of errors -- racing about from house to house, having to sing the same verse twice in a row because we all suddenly forgot, dogs barking because a tenor started a carol and all the girls were in the rafters shrieking out "o holy night".

I still remember clearly the year that I broke Mr. MacFarland's doorbell (it fell off in my hand, I swear!), Mrs. Jones tried to offer us a box of candy but it had melted in her 90 degree house, and when Mrs. Avon insisted of hugging us tight and her wire hair rollers kept getting snagged in our knit hats.

Come Christmas, bring your cheer...
1:26 PM
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