Last night's Christmas pageant at our church was so much fun. The kids were amazingly poised, some of them while reciting lengthy passages of Scripture or singing solos, neither of which I would have had the composure to do at their age. Many thanks to the intrepid Mrs. J and Ms. Margaret for leading all the work that went into this. I'd say it was a beautiful success. The only problem is that Kate is now under the impression that when we go back to church tomorrow morning, she's going to get to put on her sparkly angel costume and sing "Go Tell It On the Mountain" again, complete with hand motions. I keep trying to tell her that costume changes are not really a big part of the Presbyterian experience week in and week out, but I'm not sure I'm getting through. Here are a few images from the evening.

Most of the cast before the costumes were put on.

Our real live baby Elsa playing Baby Jesus. Elsa was also remarkably well-behaved, especially considering that she's technically about seven months old and capable of crawling away.

And, because I know the grandmas cannot get enough pictures of Kate dressed as an angel, here is some more of that.