Christmas Eve

Late this afternoon, we trekked out to Christmas Eve service at Vor Frue Kirke, a neoclassical church with statues by Bertel Thorvaldsen depicting Jesus and the apostles. During the service, entirely in Danish, the priest gave what one congregant called a courageous indictment of a Danish law that makes it very difficult for low-income immigrants to gain residence rights, even when they marry Danish citizens.

When we returned home (the small house grandma rented southeast of Copenhagen), the boys played on the computer while Bill and I made dinner and grandma relaxed with her ipad. Hearing the tell-tale signs of the Angry Birds app from Grandma's ipad, Walter exclaimed, "Grandma's playing Angry Birds. That's amazing!" As he peered over her shoulder, we heard him say "Good job, [Grandma]." Could it be that Angry Birds is the great bridge over the generational divide?