What are you doing?
Your dad and I aren' t too sure...
that you and Kristen
should go on the convention tomorrow.

No crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus
Lay down His sweet head
The stars in the sky
Looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep in the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor baby wakes
But I was a good turkey this year.
Please, don' t eat me.
Don' t eat me.
Uncle Casey and Aunt Sue are here.
Let' s eat.
Now we' ll say grace.
Heavenly Father...
we thank thee for bringing
this family together here on this occasion.

Thou knowest our every need.
We ask thee
to watch over us in the coming year.

Keep us safe from harm and danger,
if it be thy will.

Bless all our missionaries throughout
the length and breadth of this earth.

Harold Jay, please don' t touch that.
Sister, would you go and see
if Kristen has everything packed?

Of course.
You want to go for coffee
after we send the girls off?

No, thanks anyway.
I' ve got to get right over to the office.

Anne wants to make sure
you come by for dinner Sunday.

Now with Kristen gone, you' ll be all alone.