So, it's been a few years since we've gone to the Forgotten Carols. This year we were 3 rows from the stage on the floor level. It was great. I would recommend it to anyone. They've changed quite a bit of the script, added more characters, and changed the lady who plays Connie Lou. I was sad to see Katie Thompson go. The new lady was good, but I like Katie better. This year was extraordinarily touching to me for some reason. One certain part really touched me. I found it ironic and funny because I usually don't care for this part very much, but this year, I felt like a bawl baby. If you know much about the play then you'll know that at the end of each show they have the audience sing a song and think about those who have passed on or in the military or on a mission etc, but it ALWAYS gets me. I automatically get thinking of my grandparents, and Jeff's little sister, Kirstyn. He loves her so much, and I'd give anything to let him see and talk to her again. They were very close. I know she's taking good care of our children up there for us until it's time for them to be here with us. Boy, how I wish I could meet her. Someday I will!