DC and Old Durham Church

The National Christmas Tree. While it was cool to see it in person, I was somewhat under-whelmed. I guess I expected George and Laura to be standing on top of it waving to us as we passed by. They weren't. Bummer,


Here is our little church's front doors. I have a somewhat burning desire to paint them red every time I walk up the path.


This is the window I look out while I sit in the choir. I like the ever-changing view with the seasons.


The church was decorated for Christmas even though it is only the fourth Sunday in Advent. At least there is no baby Jesus in the manger. I would have to protest loud and long.