The christmas before my oldest son Ben went to serve in Iraq we went to the christmas eve candlelite service. I stopped going to church after my son Del died. My daughters sat behind me. It was beautiful with all the candles and the lites. I put hairspray on that night before church. Something I dont normally do. Anyway I was pretty sad sitting there listening to the music and then we stood and sang silent night. Suddenly I smelled something burning I turned around and it was my daughter she set my hair on fire with her candle. At first I was shocked ;and then the kids laughed and so did I. I havent been back to church since but that will always be one of my favorite and funny memory of christmas. I really believe that when a door closes a window opens. I dont wear hairspray anymore and I will take every little bit of laughter I can even at my expense!!!!Good night to all and may peace and undrstanding come your way.