As soon as we got to the Silent Night Chapel Grandma decided to crash the manger scene.
I wanted to steer clear of trouble, so I stuck with Aunt Nora for this leg of the trip.
We admired the replica.
And read all about it.
Here's another manger scene that was spared Grandma's wrath and stayed safely behind the Plexiglas.
Too bad Great-Grandma wasn't here to help us out with these lyrics.
Oh wait, I know this version.
Uncle Dale and Grandpa decided to sit this part of the tour out.
Aunt Nora tells me the story of baby Jesus before we hit the road.
I think I definitely prefer my crib over that bed of straw.
On the other hand, my Grandma, the youth minister, is on vacation...she opted to teach me about how to blow bubbles with her gum.
I almost caught one.
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