
We started our holiday excitement last night in the middle of the night, waking up to watch BYU play in a Bowl Game. We watched some of the pre-game excitement on BYU TV starting at 11:30 or so, then we went to bed when ESPN took over. At 4:30 a.m. we were up with the prayer calls, for the rebroadcast on BYU TV. It was a great game and an exciting win for BYU–a nice way to begin our holiday cheer.
On this Christmas Eve Day, I did just a little holiday baking. Yesterday I made some chocolate chip cookies for John, his favorite food. Today I made my Grandma’s persimmon pudding. Last week I discovered a few persimmons at our favorite fruit stand. I was Thrilled. It felt like a tender mercy from Grandma, to me here in Bamako. I’ve never ever seen persimmons anywhere here.
Here is a story about Grandma’s Persimmon Pudding and the recipe:


Here is our Christmas tree this year, with the gifts the kids sent over with Pres and Sis Lewis when they returned last month.

At home for our traditional Christmas Eve dinner we always go out to eat Mexican food. We did the same here, going downstairs to our neighbor’s restaurant for quesadillas. Because of a rise in COVID cases in Mali, the government has asked that restaurants no longer seat people inside. Take-out was our only option, and we enjoyed eating at home with our festive Christmas table cloth.

Some people leave out a plate of cookies for Santa. Tonight I left out mosquitoes for Luigi, our gecko. We actually have several geckos (all named Luigi) living with us here. Every time I kill a mosquito, I add it to my “mosquito cemetery” on the floor by my chair. Then, during the night, they are licked up by one of the geckos. Today was a good day for killing mosquitoes. I was happy to leave such a nice Christmas Eve treat for Luigi.

He even made an appearance this evening, which is unusual. Geckos usually hide behind things like bookshelves or the fridge or A/C units during the day and come out at night or when no one is around. This is a little baby gecko, only a couple of inches long. We have a couple of big ones, up to about 6 inches long.

We enjoyed our Christmas Eve and reading the Christmas Story from Luke and Matthew. What a gift it is to be here now. Sometimes I imagine life in Nazareth and Bethlehem or Egypt probably wasn’t so different than parts of our life here and what we see everyday. I’ve lived in Israel and I know that place. I often imagine Jesus here, walking among the people in the villages and towns, healing and blessing them like he did there. It’s not hard to imagine. I like to imagine we followed Him then as we try to follow Him now. We long for the day He will return to this earth and heal and bless again.
Merry Christmas!







































































































