A few days before Christmas, our family waltzed on over to the Hale Center Theater to see the play “A Christmas Carol.” When I’m independently wealthy, I intend to take my family every year–as a new and glorious Christmas tradition. (Emily–look up, look up! April, Jacob–smile.)
Of course, we weren’t allowed to take pictures of the actual performance, still, it was all there and positively perfect!
There was the ghost of Christmas Past….sad, sad, sad—
the Ghost of Christmas Present…quite an eye opener—
and the creepy Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come. While this spooky dude was on the stage, Lyndi leaned over and whispered, “Expecto Patronum!”
We. Lost. It.
So, yeah–at the most solemn part of the whole show–weeping, wailing, gnashing of teeth–and we’re completely engulfed in a preposterous, hysterical giggling fit.
If we could only learn to behave.
Not holding my breath. (PHILLIP! For the millionth time—no sticking your tongue out in the family picture!)