On the night before Christmas, we headed to the Eve service at the church on base. Along the way, lovely Aunt Ingrid slipped on the ice while carrying Hayden. Fortunately, Hayden remained off the ground, BUT I bruised and skinned my knee. I can't remember the last time I tore a pair of tights by falling on cement. I think I can handle never doing it again. The church was packed. We heard music from an African group, a classical solo, and we sang many familiar carols. We even lit our candles from a candle from Bethlehem. After the service we took a few pics and opened a couple presents. We also ate a bunch of appetizers. Hayden also got to play a bit at the park behind my apartment.
Christmas morning we all slept in. We awoke to a tree full of presents and the smell of caramel rolls. We opened our presents and emptied our stockings. We ate ham and all the fixings for dinner. It was a nice relaxing day. Tomorrow, we head to the Neuschwanstein Castle.
