The little church was crowded, which was good. I thought most families went to the big church, though. We were the only white people there. I would say the congregation was almost 3/4 children with over half being under the age of seven. A lot of crying babies.
I did not know a single Christmas song they sang, which is odd considering I was in my church choir for years. They did have a guitar, which is progress from the lack of instruments at normal Mass. Plus the priest was there! He only comes every 5-7 weeks, so we were lucky.
The biggest thing I noticed were how disrespectful most people were. It was not just the kids running wild and tugging at the priest while he spoke while the parents ignored it, it was the adults as well, talking the entire time. I heard the homily but my boyfriend could not hear it above the chatter and the kids shaking the pews. I mean, not once was there a moment of silence. Kind of sad. But the priest seems use to it.
It was a nice Mass though, and the ride there and back was nice and pretty. We saw a few lights, but most houses only have one strand of lights in a window, and the more well-off people might have the gutters on one side of the house covered in rope lights.