If you know me, you know about my love for Christmas- I love going big on Christmas- Jesus, family, good food, Christmas music, everything- so for the last two days, we went big because we weren’t going home.
Christmas Eve involved s’mores, hot chocolate (even though it stinking hot here), and Elf. Today, we celebrated. I tried to call home, but between some bum internet and a wedding with obnoxious music across the street, there was no communication happening. So, I started cooking. I cooked all day, which made my heart happy. Oh how I’ve missed cooking.
We were able to get with three of the teams and some other friends we met in Cambodia who are missionaries here. We decorated the place we are staying at with paper snowflakes and some super ghetto fake Christmas trees we were given.
We did the best we could and made an amazing feast. We exchanged some presents, sang some Christmas carols and threw around a football. 
Somewhere between Patrick running around in a too small Santa costume and then breaking a chair when Andrew sat on his lap, listening to Jenny sing the rap she wrote about the birth of Christ, and belting out Christmas songs while eating everything in sight, I realized that while I probably was missing a lot at home-God has still provided me with an amazing family here, some good food, plenty of Christmas music and most importantly, because of this trip, I am experiencing Jesus in ways I’ve never experienced this Christmas. I would say it was a success.
