For the most part, Larry and I prefer our entertainment local and in an easy chair. We rarely even go out to eat or to a movie, but Saturday morning found us Atlanta bound. A concert we couldn’t resist would take place on Sunday afternoon. The Praise Singers, the Kingdom Singers, and the Cherub Choir would be performing at the Peachtree Presbyterian Church and we intended to be there. Our grandchildren—Trey, Jakey, and Will—would be singing in those choirs. The two older boys were also playing hand bells with the Praise Ringers and the Kingdom Ringers. And so we set out on our four-hour journey to see and hear the children’s production, “And a Little Child Shall Lead Them.”
As we drove north, we noticed the temperature dropping. I’d packed a sweater and Larry had brought a heavier jacket. As the temperature readout in the car dropped into the upper 40s, I kept wishing I’d brought my jacket. They tell me hindsight is 20/20. On my first stop, I pulled my sweater from my suitcase.
We spent Saturday night on the couch watching The Polar Express and eating popcorn while a cozy fire crackled and popped to keep us warm. Occasionally, we’d stop to add a log to the fire. Outside the rain spattered against the big windows and the wind howled through the trees’ bare limbs, but we hardly noticed the foul weather.
“Mom, look how much the porter looks like Tom Hanks,” my son Calvin said. “Remember how impressed we were with the animation when we went to see the original Star Wars? Animation has come a long way since then.”
Finally, we climbed the stairs and went to bed. Tomorrow was the big day—the Christmas concert we’d driven to Atlanta for.
Sunday morning eased along slowly and uneventfully. Again the rain was falling, had fallen all night, and the wind cut right through my sweater when I ran out to the car for my phone. I hurried back in just in time to hear the beginnings of a serious discussion.
“You know, Mom, I think I look a lot better in khakis and my blue shirt,” Trey said. “I know they said Christmas colors, but I’ve seen blue Christmas decorations. Haven’t you?”
“Grandma,” five-year-old Will piped up, “we don’t even have our Christmas tree up yet. My mother just doesn’t realize how close to Christmas it is. Will you talk to her?”
“Will, you’re supposed to be dressing,” Julie interjected. “We’ll talk about the tree later. We have to leave in 30 minutes. Jakey, you’re supposed to be wearing Christmas colors. Black is not a Christmas color. Go change.”
“Aw, Mom,” Jakey replied, “I hate to dress up. I sing a lot better when I’m comfortable in my jeans. Don’t you want me to sound good?”
In the meantime, Trey came back with a tie in his hand.
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