O come, divine Messiah.....

Constructing the crib... was a lot of fun. The final product looks great. More pictures later, after the entire thing is set up.

Carol Practice at home... those body guards near Santa Claus, wouldn't leave his side. I mean they saw Varun (Santa Claus) entering my home in his usual normal attire.... and he changed into the santa outfit and came out a few minutes later and they were wonderstruck!!! They wanted to shake his hand and when he obliged, they couldn't get over it....

The title here, is the song we are singing in church tomorrow...
Dear Savior haste:
Come, come to earth
Dispel the night and show Thy face,
And bid us hail the dawn of grace.
O come, divine Messiah!
The world in silence waits the day
When hope shall sing its triumph,
And sadness flee away.

Comments

Zak said…

tats good!! keep it going!

9:03 PM

samuel davis said…

excellent posr

5:42 PM

samuel davis said…

excellent post

5:43 PM

the inward odyssey said…

well christmas is wonderful.... although i remember clearly..back in school, santa used to scare me big time...it was mere curiosity that kept me around..but i never got close enough....sounds weird eh??

8:53 AM

Nice Ad....

Wouldn't you say so... Nam and me were in this huge clothing store and we were making fun of all the models on display (there was one of hrithik in which he looked kinda gayish) when we came across this one. Seriously, dark people are more better looking....

Amethyst in Chennai - A Review

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My school teachers...

So I got to thinking bout my school days recently and it saddened me that I was starting to forget a few teachers who had shaped my life, I have already forgotten nearly half the classmates... though its not my fault. Some people just don't want to join facebook, then how can you find them in this big world. Even if I do find them, there is not much to talk beyond the 'where are you & what are you doing' phrases. But the teachers are another matter, they deserve to be remembered for moulding us. I gotta hand it to the convent school I studied in, they really knew how to select their educators... all the teachers I had shared a genuine passion for teaching and above that they had strong moral values and faith which invariably shaped our lives. To them being a good person was what mattered the most and they made sure we grasped this knowledge, it also helped that I had staunch catholic parents who cemented this view. Anyway, I just wanted to jot down stuff bout my teacher...

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