Making a joyful noise

Days and days of gray skies, rain, and rising rivers have finally yielded again to winter. This morning we woke to a light dusting of snow and a temperature in the teens but we're enjoying the warmth of family holiday fun.

Tonight we'll hear our daughter sing O Holy Night solo at her church's Christmas Eve service, and two nights ago we enjoyed hearing the Little Drummer Boy play percussion for his church's Christmas Eve-Eve-Eve service. (I don't dare call my son The Little Drummer Boy to his face. For years now he's been the tallest person in the family and he doesn't even play The Little Drummer Boy, which is a good thing because how annoying.)

Yesterday, though, I enjoyed watching my adorable grandbaby help Grampa play Christmas songs on the piano and bang away at the baby xylophone (when she wasn't chewing on the mallet). She's definitely making a joyful noise, even if it's sometimes mixed with slobber. Joy to the world! (Pa-rum-pum-pum-pum.)