Christmas as a season in our country is always filled with activities. Lights and events downtown, gatherings with family and friends and of course, the giving and receiving of presents. It is so easy to forget the true meaning of the celebration. Every year I sit myself down in a conscious effort to reflect on the sacrifice Christ made by leaving his Father to begin his life as a mere human, and to prepare Himself to be the Lamb of God. I realise that no matter how I attempt to reflect, revelation, and more importantly, heartfelt appreciation of the love of God will not come simply by my efforts. Only God can choose to reveal his mysteries, and in this case, a continual understanding of His love, through His Spirit. May it be that I will always be humble, so that as the years go by, my heart will not decide that I already know all these and hence forfeit the true joy of understanding the Father's heart.
In any case, we took the kids around and had our share of all the rah rah affairs.
Our church was allocated a slot to present some song items along Orchard Road and our cell members went down to support the event. But first, we had to feed the brood. Family pic taken by Sheon, who thought the "off" button was the "shoot" button *haha*.
Miniature neons
Waigong and Rou watching the show as the crowds passed them by.
Mei and Mei, again!
Gabe and one of his favourite aunties, livingjoyfully.
There was a drum set behind the performers and guess who crept up to it and discreetly helped himself to a tom?
The heralds
The novelty of the performance wore off and Gabe decided to do what he loves most -- car watching. He stood with turtlepower, yelling in delight when buses to blocked his view of the big water fountain across the road.
Some decorations were pretty enough to get us posing.
Separate trip downtown. Mei and Gabe filling the tummies before our trot began.
Nice, breezy evening. Rou's happy.
Rou with the Ion Christmas tree in the background.
Glitter.
The loot.
No prizes for guessing what Gabe's favourite gift of the year is.
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