bekah brunstetter
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Traditionnnnnnn! Tradition!

December 24th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

The Candlelight Carol Sing was once quite the Brunstetter Christmas tradition until that fateful eve when my Mom accidentally lit my Dad on fire. It’d been a while since we’d gone, but last night, we returned, and I’m so glad we did. It’s basically self-explanatory, but I had forgotten the best part: towards the middle,  all of the wee ones get invited to the front to the sit with the pastor and tell the story of Christmas. It’s basically a bunch of kids in turtlenecks shouting JESUS! and FRANKINCENSE! and UNINTELLIGIBLE CHILD THING! into a microphone, but also, it’s the best. I remember being one of the wee ones seated up front: just far enough away from the pastor so that he wouldn’t call on me, but close enough so I could feel apart of it and ensure that my Christmas plaid  would make it to the very corner of the big screen,  so I could pretend to not notice that I was being filmed, but instead, focus on spelling words backwards in my head, which I literally just remembered I used to do, which probably somehow explains my penchant for run-on sentences.

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