One of the highlights of the Christmas season are the traditional Tueller and Emmett family gatherings. The venues, activities, foods and attendees change and evolve over the years, but what remains the same is the joy of gathering with family.
This year the descendants of John and Norda Emmett met on Sunday Evening December 17th at my sister Mary's house in Mapelton. After lots of visiting over appetizers and then dinner. we began the festivities with a touching, joyful video collage of photos from the past 35 years of these gatherings. Niece Amanda scanned and organized all the wonderful photos.
Mr. and Mrs. Claus then stopped by for a visit.
The youngest grandson was happy to pose with Santa so he then post the photo on his Instagram.
Two of the youngest in generation four were not as happy to be with Santa.
Next up was the annual nativity pageant. Back in my single days, mom conscripted me to be her assistant. Over the years we gathered props and costumes, many from the Middle East, and developed a script. When Marie joined the family she assumed the role of costume mistress. This year we hauled over two shepherds crooks, a manger and baby doll, plus three suitcases full of costumes for the great-grandkids and grandson Will (dressed as Samuel the Lamanite) to wear. Thanks to parents and others who always pitch in to help get everyone assigned a part and appropriately costumed.
Samuel preaching.
Pelting Samuel with stones (made from tin foil) and arrows (plastic straws).
Narrating the Nativity story (thanks to Joel for these photos)
Great grandaughter Elli starring in the role as baby Jesus.
Visit of the four wisemen.
Marie made a few new angel dresses this year.
Community singing was next. Here are the lyrics to this year's version of Home for the Holidays. (This is another tradition that mom enlisted my help with years ago and that I still faithfully perform each year):
Home for the Holidays 2017
Oh, there's no place like home for
the holidays
'Cause no matter how far away you roam
When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze
For the holidays you can't beat home, sweet home
We gather each year as a family
To eat and sing and ski
And we welcome new folks to the
family
New husbands Chris and Ben and
babies three
Evie, Elli, Will, What fun!
From the mid west, west coast,
Wasatch Front
We gather all together.
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'Cause no matter how far away you roam
If you want to be happy in a million ways
For the holidays you can't beat home, sweet home
Next up was the talent show.
None of us knew that newest in-law Ben could play the bagpipes!
Will played his piano recital piece--I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas. He dedicated the song to grandma and grandpa, who loved snow.
My sister Mary dishing out her home-made Key lime pie for desert and in honor of my brother Tom's (right) birthday. I took my nut filled homemade Christmas rocks for a second year which now makes it a tradtition. Marie's Scotcheroos have been a tradition at the gathering for many years.
Christmas eve with gathered with a part of the Tueller clan at the Provo Canyon home of Marie's sister Diane. Lots of good food.
While the Emmett nativity pageant has remained pretty constant over the years, the Tuellers like to mix it up. Some years we have done a Mexican posada and other years an Indonesian shadow puppet show nativity. This year Diane decided that we would have grandpa do his traditional reading of the Christmas story in Luke and Matthew and then we would act out a "between the lines" nativity in which various groups would fill in dialogue and actions for what may have happened beyond the scriptural text. It was a delightful, humorous and sometimes shocking mix of both the sacred and the profane.
The first scene was the annunciation to Mary and then to Joseph. Here's how Aunt Diane described the gist of the lengthy exhortation: "Angel Gabriel explains in great detail that Mary is temporarily 'off limits' to Joseph 'if you understand what I am saying.'"
Aunt Diane's commentary: Grandchildren react to Grandma Tueller aka Gabriel's instructions to Joseph that Mary is "off limits if you understand what I'm saying." Mother soon to be Hannah Pritchett's face demonstrates that she "understands."
Gabriel ran out of time before running out of advice for the father to be. She later lamented that she didn't get a chance to tell him to be sure and help change diapers.
More crowd reactions to Gabriel.
Wise men and sheep waiting in the wings.
Caesar Augustus announces the new tax plan.
The Economist Innkeeper Lant Pritchett begins to explain the supply and demand of why he has no room at his inn which causes the confused holy family to flee.
Aunt Diane's costume collection includes this robe that she bought of the back of a shepherd in Syria.
The Emmetts were the shepherd and sheep abiding in the fields. The shepherds complained of being tired of eating mutton and of longing for a vegetarian falafel. They then explained how happy they were that day to have saved the lost sheep and returned it to the other ninety and nine sheep. With that sheep Will chimed in using his very convincing Trump impersonation (which he has picked up by watching too many Stephen Colbert monologues and hearing too many Trump speeches): "you shepherds need to build a wall, a huge wall to help keep us sheep safe from the wolves!" In my humble Trump-like opinion, I am certain that sheep Will and the Emmett scene certainly got the loudest and longest laughs!
Aunt Diane and her Angel choir (including her grandson Simon) singing and dancing.
Shining Star cousin Emma tries to get the attention of the Millennial 3 Kings who can't be
bothered to check out the good news because it isn't on their social
news feed.
Delicious desserts including Marie's scotcheroos in the front and a bowl of candied walnuts (the last of the 36 cups of home grown, shelled and candied walnuts I made for our neighborhood gifts).
We ended the evening with an entertaining gift exchange with a few new twists. We drove down Provo Canyon in a delightful Christmas eve snow storm.
Christmas morning the like-family Baltes family, our neighbors for nineteen years, joined us for our traditional aebelskiver breakfast. This is their second year of their joining us for breakfast so I guess it is now a tradition too. We all missed Sarah.
The most intimate and enjoyable family gathering of the holiday happened Christmas afternoon when we got to Facedbook chat with Sarah for 45 all-to-short minutes. It was a happy conversation, but not without a few tears of longing and love at both ends.
End of the day in my $2.97 new camo hat gift from Walmart that Joel knew I could not live without.
