On Christmas Eve, we went to a little parade that is put together by the church across the street. There was probably two-hundred people in it and it was led by a military band. At night the church lit fireworks on top of the building. We watched from the warmth of our balcony window.
Christmas morning. We called Grandma and Papa and opened presents together over Skype. Kaiser wasn’t too sure why we were giving him all the presents, we explained it, and had our devotions, but he still was happily confused.