Merry Christmas!

Wishing you all a very Blessed Christmas Day. I hope the day is all that you wish it to be.

Much love and blessings, 

Betsy

Beware! Christmas overload!

Merry Sunday before Christmas you all! I hope you're ready for some Christmas overload. We haven't done a lot this week but I do have a few phtotos. I'm feeling much better, but still a scratchy voice and bit of a cough. Whatever this is doesn't want to go away.

Dennis and I decided to go out and look at lights on Friday night armed with cups of hot chocolate. This is a neighborhood just a few blocks from us. The first three photos are of ONE house! I don't think they could have squeezed another blow-up character in there with a pry bar. The fourth photo was the house next door to it. Zoey didn't know what to make of all of these.

I did like the blue octopus with lights that spun around inside and the shark on the right. Baby Shark, Doo, Doo, Doo, Doo, Did-ooot. If you're a grandparent, you know. Ha! 

At least a few remembered the reason why we're celebrating. Jesus came to earth on that night so long ago.

But there were MANY like this and I did enjoy seeing the overblown displays....

although this is much more my taste. I always like the white lights or white and blue, or white and red. Simple. We used to put lights on our house in Spokane and I do miss that, although we have a string of white lights on our balcony railing.

And always remember:

I had a few finishes this week. A pair of socks for the Christmas basket for next year. Made with a K2, P2 cuff and a  K6, P2 ribbing for the leg and continued down the top of the foot. It was Kroy Patons FX, but I don't remember the colorway.

And I can finally show you the ornaments I make every year for the kids and grandkids because everyone has received and opened theirs so they could put them on their trees. 

I also knitted two hats for the Open Door Mission but Dennis already took them and donated them. It was really cold earlier in the week but it's 52F now! Crazy Nebraska weather. Just wait a minute, it'll change!

Piper was over last weekend for a visit and put together this gingerbread kit I had. I have never done a kit before and now know that you need to get some extra candies than what is in the kit for better decorating.
She still did a great job and I enjoyed watching her. She also volunteered to vacuum our stairs going down to the garage and cleaned out my car and vacuumed it. What a sweetheart. She knows I have a hard time cleaning the stairs and always does it for me. I love that girl.

And here she is modeling her latest sweater that I finished this week. It's the Pure Comfort Cardigan. Her favorite pattern for a sweater and the yarn is Hobby Lobby's I Love This Yarn in the Ivory Tweed Colorway. They took this photo just before leaving for church this morning. Isn't she beautiful in her new glasses? She can see SO much better. Yep, I love this young lady. I was going to say little girl, but she's not so little anymore.

This is at the front of our church behind the baptistry window. I love how they decorated it for the season. Always with the manger front and center, because without the occupant of that manger, there would be no celebration at all.

And just because I like our corner of the world too, here's a photo last night from my chair that I knit in. See lamby in Zoey's bed? That's her favorite snuggle partner, after Dennis and I of course.

I hope you all have a wonderful holiday. Celebrating His birthday, even if we don't know the exact day. I pray that you will feel Him with you in each and everything you do through the next few weeks.

I'm a bit early with this meme, but the sentiment remains the same. No matter the day, Jesus is with us  every minute of every day, if we only ask Him into our lives.

Blessings and Love and Merry Christmas!

Betsy

O HOLY NIGHT!

John S. Dwight and Adolphe Adam

The Holy One to be born will be called the Son of God. Luke 1: 35.

1 O holy night! the stars are brightly shining;
It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope- the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!
Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!

2 Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,

With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.

So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming,
Here came the Wise Men from Orient land.
The King of kings lay thus in lowly manger,
In all our trials born to be our Friend.
He knows our need— to our weakness is no stranger.
Behold your King, before Him lowly bend!
Behold your King, before Him low bend!

3 Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother,
And in His name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we;
Let all within us praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! O praise His name forever!
His pow’r and glory evermore proclaim!
His pow’r and glory evermore proclaim!

Time is flying along.

Happy 11 days before Christmas! Isn't this a beautiful church? It's a Lutheran Church that we've always called "State Line Lutheran" that sits right on the border of Kansas and Nebraska about 20 miles south of Beatrice, Nebraska where my Grandparents lived most of my life. Probably over 1/2 of the people buried at the cemetery behind the little country church are my relatives in some way or another. When Alex was here before Thanksgiving he wanted to go to the cemetery as he has always been very interested in geneology and has traced my great-great grandfather to somewhere in Germany. Gosh, it was a cold and blustery day when we were there.

This is my Grandpa and Grandma Saathoff who imigrated from Germany when they were teenagers.

And my Uncle Ernie & Aunt Joyce, my Dad's only brother.  Their twin boys, Ricky and Jay, are buried right next to them.

There are dozens of Saathoff headstones there along with Hoefling, which was my Grandma's maiden name. Also Gerdes and several others. It's interesting to see all of the names you've heard all of your life there on marble and concrete and realize that most are your ancestors. I'm glad that Alex is taking such an interest in our history.

The next place we stopped was the Homestead National Monument in Beatrice. There is a beautiful museum there and a re-creation of one of the original homesteaders home. We saw a video telling the story in an impartial way of the way the land transferred from the Native Americans, to the government, to the homesteaders. It was really very sad, how we treated those here before us.

This is one of the original cabins that was rebuilt. Twelve family members lived in this tiny cabin. It was about 12 x 18 feet big with a sleeping loft for the kids. Look at Baby J. She had a great time running around the area, but it was SO cold and windy.

The inside. Stairs going to the sleeping loft.

The other side. We had a wonderful time learning more about the history of our area. 

Here's our Christmas tree. With me having this plague of a sinus infection, I just haven't felt up to decorating much. This was our little tree in the camper the year we lived in it and I just love the tree. It stays decorated and all I do is lay it in the box that Jenny made for it when she decorated the tree for us. Except for missing our special tree ornaments, I'm really liking the small tree in the window. I took all of our gifts to Mandy & Brads at Thanksgiving so they're under their tree now. Dennis has our lights strung along the balcony that looks so pretty at night.

This was in my advent stocking from Miss Piper and Mandy the other day. I love these kinds of decorations. Simple and the galvanized metals. Anything little red truck which is on a kitchen towel that was in my calendar one day. And snowmen. Anything snowman.

Just a little reminder for us all...

A photo I saw on facebook. It didn't have anyone to name for credit, but isn't it beautiful? A little red truck.

I've been working on Pipers sweater pretty consistently since I've been home sick. After 11 days, my voice is finally coming back but I still can't sing at all. That saddens me because I love Christmas caroling. My favorite time of year to sing joyous songs to the Lord of His coming to earth and all I have coming out is a squeak! Oh well. He knows my heart. So all I have left is half of the shawl collar and the pockets on the sweater. I have used an entire skein of yarn for half of the collar! It takes days just to knit it but I'm still enjoying the process.

Last night we had a dinner party at Curt and Barb's with two other couples. They fixed a nice dinner for the eight of us and we all dressed up in our finery. We ate on china and real silver that belonged to her Mom. Afterwards we played a Christmas questions game that was lots of fun. While we were there it began with freezing rain.  Luckily we only live about 2 blocks from them so although we slipped and slid those two blocks, it wasn't very far. We're still in a winter weather advisory today and my Jane Austin tea was cancelled today. Everything is closed this morning and we're enjoying a quiet morning at home.  

Take care and I hope all is well with you and your family. We're cozy in our condo and still have power so I plan to knit today in front of the fireplace and watch Christmas movies. What about you?

Blessings and love,

Betsy

On Dec. 25, 1863, Longfellow wrote from his Cambridge home, “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day,” addressing the horrors of the American Civil War. However, when it was put to music several years later, the two stanzas that speak to the war were dropped. Of peace on earth, good will to men.”

I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day 

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The following are the original words of Longfellow's poem:

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play, 
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom 
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South, 
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said; 
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; 
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men."