Ah well. These were our outfits for Christmas Mass. My veil (a favorite purchase from Cam at A Snood for All Seasons) didn't stay on most of the Mass because Vincent decided my hair was his personal toy, and veils hinder his ability to play.
Again - le sigh.
But the homily absolutely made up for the crowded pews, lack of parking and fidgety child.
Our wonderful pastor called all of the children up to the manger for his homily. A horde of children circled him before the manger-throne of the Christ-child. He then sat amongst the straw with them and told them the story of Jesus' birth. He asked them about the animals, about Mary and Joseph, about the angels and the children excitedly raised their hands or called out their answers with enthusiasm that swept through the congregation. It was such an adorable sight to behold.
This was the first Christmas I allowed Vincent to go up with the rest of the children. I followed him, but stayed a few seats back. Each time he knew the answer to something, he'd turn back, look at me and tell me the answer. I'd laugh, point to Fr. Piotr and whisper, "Tell him!"
It made my heart so happy to see him participate in the liturgy. I imagine Jesus was quite pleased to have His children so close to Him, excitedly sharing the story of His birthday.