Holiday Hilarity Part III: the Godseys get the Giggles

Every year by Christmas Eve I come to the sad re-realization that I am a procrastinator.  The nights leading up to  Christmas involve staying up into the wee hours, wrapping gifts, making lists, baking, etc. Throw in a big pair of red pants and forget to wax, and I'd be just like St. Nick himself. This year was particularly grueling as we had a newborn and I was working, so sleep was precious and hard to come by. Our tradition has always been Mexican food, followed by the Christmas Eve service, with Uncle Bill who was always up for the holiday. We missed him this year as he celebrated with his  new family in Texas. But I digress.
We invited my friend Lara and her parents and siblings to attend the service with us this year, and it was the first time I met some of them.  Taking up two rows, my growing family and her grown up family all were able to sit together on the right side of the church, and things were going fairly well until Rilla had her bottle. At just seven weeks, Rilla was still needing to be burped throughout her feedings, much to her brother's delight.  Just as someone (I still don't know this lovely lady's name, and plan to never find out) stepped up to the mic and began a mellow, melodic rendition of "Mary, did you know?", my baby burped, which led to Zach squeaking out a giggle.  In the reverent silence, Rilla's burp rang out like a ram's horn, but for some reason she couldn't stop.  Burp after echoing burp, my tiny daughter continued, rivaling the song for length and volume. Zach was beside himself, with big sidesplitting giggles, and John and I were elbowing for all we were worth, one on each side.
At this point, the unthinkable happened. John started to giggle.  In my sleep-deprived state, it was a useless battle, and I gave in as well. So there we sat, on Christmas Eve, listening to a meaningful, spiritual hymn, surrounded by guests we had invited to experience the beauty of the evening, laughing like demented hyenas. Great big tears rolled down my cheeks as I tried without success to somehow mute my laughter, Zach's giggles, Rilla's burps, and John's cackling.  Lara's family sent bewildered looks our way, then trained their eyes forward in an attempt at politely ignoring our insanity.  The song ended, and so did the burping. And giggling. But my face stayed red long after it was all over.