Showing posts with label Holiday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Holiday. Show all posts

Friday, July 3, 2015

Celebrating the 4th in Style

Happy Independence Day (tomorrow)!

Isn't this a fun holiday? I love the colors, the food, the activities, and the drinks. It's all fun, and it's all patriotic. I also have to mention how important it is, while grilling, eating, and having a great time, that we remember the reason for this fun holiday. It is a federal holiday in the United States commemorating the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776, declaring independence from Great Britain. And as much as I love the royal family, I sure am grateful for that!


Monday, May 25, 2015

Happy Memorial Day!

I hope that you get to enjoy a day off of work/school, relaxing and having fun with family and friends.

Remember the All American Progressive Dinner I did with Jaelan and Olivia? Well it is PERFECT for your Memorial Day meal! 


EntreJalapeno Pimento Cheeseburger
DessertApple Crumble Pie & Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream
DrinksRed, White, & Blue Drink AND Beerita




Enjoy!


Until next time - - 



Monday, May 11, 2015

All American Progressive Dinner: Jalapeno Pimento Cheeseburgers

Summer is just around the corner, which means Memorial Day is upon us. Can you believe it? And Memorial Day means picnics, swimming, grilling, fireworks, and relaxing. Those are pretty much all of the best summer activities all rolled into one day!

If you're trying to plan a Memorial Day menu (or haven't even thought about it yet), we are here to save the day! I've teamed up with Jaelan from Making Mrs. M and Olivia from Snyders Tell All to bring you an All American Progressive Dinner! So get your pen and paper ready for your grocery list, and prepare for a major drool-fest...





My leg of the progressive dinner was the entree. There are so many options out there that would be wonderful, but really, what says "AMERICA" more than a classic cheeseburger?

To pump it up a notch, I decided to make some jalapeno pimento cheese for a kick. And let me assure you, it did not disappoint! 

Let's get started by making the pimento cheese.


Ingredients:

  • 2 cups extra sharp Cheddar cheese
  • 8 oz. cream cheese, softened
  • 1/2 cup mayonnaise (trust me, use Duke's)
  • 1/4 tsp. garlic powder
  • 1/4 tsp. onion powder
  • 1/4 tsp. ground cayenne pepper
  • 4 oz. diced pimentos (drained)
  • 1 small (seeded) minced jalapeno
  • salt and pepper, to taste

Directions:


  • Put all ingredients, except the salt and pepper, into a large bowl and blend with a mixer or by hand. If mixing by hand, be sure to press down on the cream cheese to be certain it gets incorporated evenly.
  • Add salt and pepper to taste.
  • That's it. Seriously.





The rest of the recipe is simple - just grill your burgers using your favorite seasonings (we went with salt, pepper, and garlic powder so we didn't steal the pimento cheese's thunder), and add toppings as you like. Lettuce, tomato, onion, mayo, mustard, ketchup...get creative and add some bacon, sauteed mushrooms, potato chips, whatever you want! The world (burger) is your oyster.

Here is how mine turned out. It was really messy to eat, but aren't all of the yummiest things? It was husband, sister-in-law, and brother-in-law approved.







What do you think? Do you have any Memorial Day recipes that you love?


Be sure to hop over to see Jaelan's homemade vanilla ice cream and apple crumble pie (droooool) and Olivia's Red, White, & Blue drink AND a bonus second drink recipe, a Beerita!!



Until next time - - 




Friday, May 8, 2015

Five Reasons I'm Thankful for My Momma

Mother's Day. A day created with the sole purpose of honoring our mothers and for showing them appreciation for all they have done and continue to do for us.

As I have gotten older, I realize that my mom's role in my life has changed many times. As an infant, her role was to care for my basic needs: food, shelter, clothing. As I grew, those needs continued but more were also added: walking, talking, learning numbers and letters. Yet again, getting older added new responsibilities for her: manners, social skills, life skills.

I look at things that I do each day, and I can see her hand in almost everything. When I make food, I can remember times that she stood with me in the kitchen and taught me to crack an egg, to properly "fold" a mixture together, and how to add just enough flour to dough to keep it from sticking. When I shower, I can think back to the time she taught me to shave my legs (Spencer says thanks!). I drive myself to work with the memories of her teaching me to drive as a teenager, and I interact with people each day and can hear her voice in my head reminding me to say "please," "thank you," and "yes ma'am."

I value her more than she knows, and I certainly do not tell enough just what an impact she has made in my life.

Well, Momma, on this Mother's Day I want to share with you five (of many) reasons that I am so grateful for you.




1. You taught me that "stuff" will not make me happy.
We didn't always get everything we wanted or thought, at the time, that we "needed." At the time, it seemed so unfair. In hindsight, however, I am so glad you did not give in to all of our whims and wishes. It taught me, and my sisters, to be grateful for what we were given, to be content with less, and that using our imaginations could be so much more fun than any store-bought toy. That same imagination now helps me both at work and at home! 




2. I learned the value of family.
At a certain age, it seems all teenagers (females in particular) only want to be with their friends. I am sure all three of us were no exception. I am so appreciative, though, that you taught us how valuable our family is in our lives. You have always been close with your family, and have encouraged us to be close with ours, to "hug it out" - as much as we didn't want to - after a fight, and to remember that family is always family - through arguments, hurt feelings, and hard times. And as I get older, I have found that to all be true. My number of close friends has dwindled to a very special handful, and I see now how my family is always there for me, no matter what. 




3. Thanks to you, I can manage my home.
As a kid, it wasn't always fun to have to clean my room, to do a load of laundry, to make my bed, or to do the dishes. I even was jealous when I had friends who never had to do any of these things. I would think "that's not fair, I have to do so much and your parents do it all for you!" I couldn't see that it was actually the best thing you could have done for me. I learned to appreciate the things I had, to care for them and to keep them in good condition. I also was able to transition much more easily when the time came for me to leave home. Unlike others I knew, I could do my own laundry, keep my living spaces clean and tidy, and to be discontent if things were dirty. As I've gotten older and bought my first home, I feel that (for the most part) I can keep it running in an orderly fashion without overwhelming myself. Thank you for a lifetime of preparation for this valuable skill.




4. I inherited your love of cooking.
As you know, I love to cook! I always have. Remember when I would watch Julia Childs on TV (having no idea what she was saying) and then wanting to go into the kitchen and use any and every ingredient I could find to make, well, nothing? I know I got that from you. I loved to sit in the kitchen and watch you make meals - lasagna, chicken casserole, chili, biscuits and gravy, fried chicken...even cinnamon toast! The conversations and the smells - it all is so special to me. You've taught me a lot of your recipes, and I especially value the biscuit bowl and cutter you passed down to me. I will never use anything else. Thanks to this love of cooking, I can keep my husband (and future children) well fed, and love doing it!




5. You have inspired me to be a mother just like you.
More than anything, I am grateful that you have instilled in me the desire to be like you. Being the youngest, I was allowed some special years with you alone while my sisters were at school. I probably remember more of that time than you realize. You were always around to make ordinary days special (front porch picnics, playing in the leaves, and having water gun fights), to foster my passions and creativity, to give plenty of hugs, help us make memories, and to allow us to be kids while also teaching us valuable lessons. I hope that one day when I have children of my own, that I can be as great of a mother to them as you have been to us. 




Momma, as I've gotten older, I've watched our relationship turn into more of a friendship, and it takes a special mom to be able to let go of her "baby" and accept her as a friend when she grows up. Thank you for allowing me to grow up, and for allowing that process to take place. I hope you know just how much I love you!


Happy Mother's Day!



Monday, March 30, 2015

Krispy Eggs: An Easter Treat

Happy Monday!

It's good to be back. Sorry for leaving you hanging last week. Things have been really busy around here, but thanks for sticking with me.

Can you believe it's almost April? I feel like March never actually happened. Where is the time going!?

With the arrival of April, means Easter is around the corner. I love Easter. Pastel colors, egg hunts, a delicious lunch, and most of all, the meaning behind the holiday.

This year, Spencer and I will be going to see my family in eastern Tennessee. Saturday will be spent watching the kids race for eggs, eating great food, wonderful fellowship, hugs, laughter, and sadly missing my Aunt Linda. This will be the first gathering since her service in February, and I expect it will be a little bittersweet. 

Since we are traveling, I have signed up to take sweet and unsweet tea (who actually drinks the unsweet? C'mon. You're doing it wrong) which requires zero temperature control needs. Guess what else? We will be eating lamb. Lamb! One of my very favorite foods, but unfortunately don't have often since it's kind of pricey. I hope nobody else wants any, because I might sneak it away into a remote corner and devour it in secret. Shhh.

Another Easter food favorite? Deviled eggs. I know there are many creative takes on the popular finger-food, but I must say, I'm a big fan of the classic deviled egg. Also, I wonder how they got their name. Any ideas?

Speaking of eggs, I think I might make a "surprise" dessert to take to TN with us. I say "surprise" because some of my family members read this blog. Really, though, it's just an excuse to make (and eat) rice krispie treats.




This recipe is from The Pioneer Woman, who I adore and like to pretend I am BFF's with. Is that weird? I don't think so either. You can find the original recipe here.


Krispy Easter Eggs
Prep Time: 20 Minutes Cook Time: 5 Minutes Difficulty: Easy Servings: 12


Ingredients:

  • 4 Tablespoons Butter
  • 1 package (10 Ounces) Mini Marshmallows
  • 6 cups Rice Krispies
  •  Assorted Sprinkles
  •  Small Chocolate Easter Eggs
  •  Plastic Easter Eggs

Directions:

  • In a large saucepan, melt butter over low heat. Add marshmallows and stir until melted. 
  • Remove from heat, then add rice cereal and stir until well coated.
  • Lightly spray interior of the plastic eggs with non-stick cooking spray. If mixture is too sticky, you can also spray your hands. 
  • Fill both sides of the plastic egg with rice cereal mixture, slightly over-filling one side. 
  • Press chocolate egg in the center on one side of the egg, then close the plastic egg to shape it. (It should be full enough to meet with a little resistance as you close it.) 
  • Gently release the rice cereal egg from the mold, decorate with your choice of sprinkles and set aside in egg crate until set.

Can I get an "amen!"?



Until next time - - 




Friday, January 23, 2015

National Handwriting Day

Happy Friday!

I hope you arrived to the end of the week sane and in one piece. It always seems that the 4 day weeks go more slowly than the 5 day weeks. Or is it just me?

Anyway - did you know that today is a holiday?! Because it's always fun to have a reason to celebrate (if Friday isn't enough).

Join me in celebrating National Handwriting Day! Yes, that's a real thing, and yes, it's today. January 23rd was actually dubbed National Handwriting Day because it is John Hancock's birthday (and we all know what he famously wrote).





National Handwriting Day was started to reintroduce people to the good, old fashioned pen and paper, and to re-explore the purity of handwriting. It is one of the most basic skills that we learn in school as children, and in this age of computers and smart phones/tablets, we do not use this skill nearly as often as previous generations. Let's make a point to change that today! #bringbackthehandwriting 

You know what's neat? Everyone has unique handwriting. It's kind of like a thumb print, or a snowflake. No two people write exactly the same. And many times, you can distinguish the writer by the handwriting (a parent, a friend, a coworker...). It's crazy when you really stop to think about it!

So, in honor of today's holiday, I am vowing to hand-write and mail notes to some dear friends. Who doesn't love a surprise note in the mail in the midst of bills and junk mail?

How will you celebrate?


PS: Keep an eye on my Instagram account (@yellowdoordiaries) for a giveaway on Monday! Go follow me if you aren't already. :)



Until next time  - - 



Monday, January 19, 2015

In Honor of MLK

Martin Luther King, Jr. was an incredibly inspiring man. He was brave and bold enough to stand up for what he believed in, but did so peacefully. With so many present day groups like ISIS and the Taliban fighting violently for their beliefs, it's important to remember and honor a man who made such a big impact in history without violence. 

So, in honor of a great man on a day set aside to honor him, take a minute to read his famous "I Have a Dream" speech and just imagine the same speech made today in honor of people worldwide who are not allowed the same freedoms and rights as those of us blessed enough to live in the US. 



I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: 

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
                Free at last! Free at last!
                Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!



Monday, January 5, 2015

Rocking Horse Re-Do


Just before Thanksgiving, I went into a new furniture and paint shop in town to look at her paint selections. In the shop I found an antique rocking horse that could be purchased as-is, or purchased and for an extra charge, the shop owner would re-do it for me. Because I'm so in love with my niece, Avia, I instantly thought of her when I saw it. Knowing both her first birthday and Christmas were just around the corner, I quickly purchased and drove away with it.




To complete the project, I used the same materials as I used for my Craigslist dresser, because I had enough of everything left and Avia's bedroom just happens to have the same color green in it!


After two coats of paint


Some distressing to preserve the "antiqueness"

My original plan was to purchase a monogram sticker with Avia's initials. After some thought, I decided I want the rocking horse to be able to be used for Avia's brother(s) or sister(s) if and when that happens. So then my plan changed to tracing and painting a "T" on the horse, their last initial. As I searched Hobby Lobby, nothing really jumped out at me. Until I wandered down the scrapbook aisle, that is.

I looked (for about 45 minutes) at so many different sticker sizes, phrases, and pictures, until I finally settled on a pack that contained one that said "Enjoy the Ride". Perfect, right? It's a rocking horse! Get it??? :)



With the sticker added

Finally, I sealed the horse with a water-based polycrylic to preserve both the paint and the sticker through hopefully many years of rocking!

Adding a coat of sealant

With a bow and a gift tag, the horse was all ready for Christmas morning! (Please excuse the mess on the carpet and around the room. It was Christmas morning, after all! I know y'all can relate). 




I am thrilled to report that the gift from Uncle Spencer and Aunt Morgan was a big hit, and was certainly One Year Old Approved! 

Ride on, sweet girl! :)




Until next time - - 



Friday, January 2, 2015

Bonus Post: "Because you know I'm all about that lace...

...'bout that lace, no sequins." 

Sorry, I had to.



I wanted to throw out a bonus post today (twice on a Friday!) to show you what I wore for NYE! 

Spencer and I walked around the mall on my birthday this past Sunday, and I was attempting to find something fun and festive to wear for the small get together we were hosting at our house for NYE. I looked everywhere for a sequined shirt I liked, a skirt...something that spoke to me (well, not literally because that would have been weird). As I was beginning to think I would leave empty handed, we wandered into The Limited and I found a beautiful lace shirt that I knew was fun enough for NYE, but also could be worn again and again. When I also considered the 40% off sale, it was a no brainer. If you like this top, (which I wore over this cami) head on over and pick one up! 






(I am no fashion blogger, and I am receiving no compensation. I just wanted to share a new find I am loving!)




Have a great weekend!

Until next time - - 

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Recipe: Rosemary Salmon

Hello, friends!  And Happy New Year's Eve! I hope you're gearing up for a fun night, whether you're staying home in your PJs or hitting the town. We are having some friends over tonight for some food, some fun, and a toast to the new year. I'm looking forward to it!

So, I missed posting on Monday...it's been a crazy week. Ever been 5 days without hot water? Well, I have. Five days today. Our hot water heater is busted, and we've ordered a new part, hopefully to arrive today and then to be used to fix it up by my Superman husband. Please say a prayer and cross your fingers for us! Cold showers and going to friends houses to bathe aren't ideal - though I am extremely grateful for all of my family members, friends and coworkers who have offered up their hot water to us!

Now, onto better things. Do you have a traditional Christmas Eve or Christmas Day meal? We do - well, mine and Spencer's families each do. Spencer's family does fondue every Christmas Eve, which was a new experience for me when I first began to celebrate with them. Now I look forward to it very much! My family does a Thanksgiving meal for Christmas, complete with turkey and dressing. Yum!

Because Spencer and I were doing Christmas together before traveling for my family's Christmas, followed by his family's Christmas on Saturday, we decided to do a completely different meal for our "Christmas Eve."

What did we have?

Salmon! (duh, it's in the title)

It was really yummy. I paired it with a side of roasted Brussels sprouts and bacon which is a personal favorite of mine.

And, what makes any food taste better, there were very few dishes to wash! 




Ingredients:


  • Four 4 oz. salmon fillets, skinless
  • 2 tbsp. chopped rosemary (I used fresh, but dried would work fine)*
  • 1 lemon, sliced thinly
  • Half of a red onion, sliced
  • 2 tbsp. minced garlic
  • Olive oil, salt and pepper to taste


Directions:

  • Rinse fillets and pat dry. Lay each fillet onto a piece of aluminum foil.
  • Drizzle each fillet with olive oil, and then season each with salt and pepper.



  • Sprinkle chopped rosemary evenly over each piece of fish.


  • Place 2 slices of lemon over each fillet, followed by sliced onion.
  • Top each fillet with minced garlic.



  • Fold the aluminum foil over each piece of fish to form an airtight package.
  • Bake at 425 degrees (F) for 15 minutes.



*Fun fact about the rosemary:

During 2014, I was the Chair for the Legal Marketing Association's Columbia City Group. I worked with a wonderful, hardworking group of board members, and enjoyed getting to know each one of them! We celebrated the holidays with a social at our local Ruth's Chris, and they surprised me with a rosemary plant! Isn't that so thoughtful? I was so touched that they would do anything for me (I could have done nothing with LMA without each one of them to help), and even more so that they put so much thought into it. They know I love to cook, and rosemary is actually my favorite herb! Just wanted to brag on those ladies and say "thank you" again!




Until next time - - 

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Merry Christmas!

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Wishing you and yours the Merriest of Christmases! Take the time to connect with loved ones; to hug them, share memories, make new memories, and cherish each second you get to spend with them. I know I will be.

Here's a reminder about why we celebrate this special day:






"In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world. (This was the first census that took place while Quirinius was governor of Syria.) And everyone went to their own town to register.
So Joseph also went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.
And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,
 “Glory to God in the highest heaven,  and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”
So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told."

Luke 2:1-20