We're in the homestretch now . . . The third week of Advent, and Christmas Day just days away. Buying, wrapping, baking, card-writing--nothing happening yet.
Still I feel I've been preparing for Christmas in a leisurely way. We've been decking the halls in our usual way, a little bit at a time, adding a few decorations every day. We've made some cookie dough ornaments (Libby and LeiLei were very creative in mixing paint colors, so all of theirs are a uniform charcoal gray.)
And we went on the annual Godmother's Christmas outing: this year to a performance of Black Nativity, the Langston Hughes re-telling of the Christmas story. The opening procession, a choir entering in darkness, each person carrying a lighted candle while singing "Go Tell it on the Mountain" was hauntingly beautiful. And from there on in, the program had the simplicity of a Christmas pageant, but enhanced a million times by gorgeous music and singing. The emotional center of the production is the dance of Mary giving birth, to African drumming, and it was performed beautifully and with great intensity by a young woman who was a dance major at BAA, according to Kit.
Libby was entranced. LeiLei fell asleep around the time Joseph and Mary started the journey to Bethlehem, but woke up at the end and applauded furiously.
This year Black Nativity was performed in the Tremont Temple. I had never been inside before. It is a wonderful, impressive space--with an equally impressive history.
http://www.tremonttemple.com/History.htm
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