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just got back from the Christmas eve service at the church i grew up in.

i enjoyed it.

i'm not a fan of Christmasy things. i like Christ, mind you. just not Christmasy things. there's a difference. if you want to call me a scrooge, i'm just going to have to call you a pagan. so let's not go there.

we were singing some carols and stuff, led by the choir. and that was kind of cute because the whole front row was old people, and they were sitting down, worn out from their long day of 5 services. so they just sat and sang while the others stood. anyway, then this girl got up and sang "o holy night." a Christmas eve service staple. i was into it. i started feeling that Christmas feeling, you know.

but then i realized...we're missing something. what is it. what is it?

oh, i know.

what we need is for a little girl to read the Christmas story. and while she's doing that, we need a group of children to come on stage and become the living nativity. and some of them should definately dress up like animals.

and then a little boy should sing "happy birthday, Jesus."

and sure enough, that's what we got.

gotta love it.

and i do. in a surreal kind of way.

also, this is houston. and apparently everyone here feels left out of the "white" part of Christmas. so while we were all in the service, they had some people come and blow a bunch of fake snow in the parking lot so everyone could throw fake snowballs at each other.

this is really my life. sometimes i can't believe it.