Every year before Christmas, children from a congregation in Prague play their Christmas pageant in my congregation.
This year, there were really many of them.
After the play, we went to the adjoining tower where there's always something to drink or even eat.
It was foggy and very beautiful. (Unfortunately, for a reason my camera's been making rather fuzzy and grainy photos recently.)
There was a lot to eat this time.
"It seems Protestants all over the world are the same," said my sister who's spent considerable part of the year in Latvia. "They're always eating."