It is always interesting when our two lives bisect - home country and Philippines. You see your friends through a different prism to everyday and see them as daughter or sister as well as your friend that you really only see in this context.
In the evening we went to the Christmas service at our church (churches here do not do Christmas Day services) with Wendy. It was at 5:30 p.m. but we had our lunch so late we didn't bother to eat beforehand.
The service was a Children's musical which was good but our kids got restless as we weren't moving much and Wendy and I had to try and manage the girls as they contrived to take over more and more of the seat (we have pews) and the woman next to us appeared to be pushed further down. However, typically of the Filipinos she was very gracious.
During "Silent Night" each individual had a candle and Wendy was convinced Joshua was going to light the hair of the woman in front. Naomi decided she wanted to hold hers by herself ad as it began to wave wildly in the air I quickly blew it out but she was most indignant about that.
After the service we planned to go straight home but the kids decided they were hungry so we went and got food.
Then we drove down Ayala Ave and took in the lights. I love how Christmas is still centred on the birth of Jesus here - almost all of the corporations had huge manger scenes on or in their buildings.
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