For Christmas, of course, but because tomorrow afternoon the Grands arrive. We’ll have a full house: our boys, me and Hubbs and the two littlest ones – we’ll enjoy “fun” foods, play games and look for red noses out the window. We’ll call the Santa Tracker to estimate the big guy’s arrival and we will surely ring Papa’s Sleigh Bell. Here are the two of them last Christmas Eve:
I’m working today, with only a few tasks left on off my list, and I like it that way. I have time to enjoy the pauses. Pauses that allow me to be grateful that the sickness I’m getting over is on its way out not in, pauses to think about friends and family going through challenging times, and, of course, pauses to consider the gift given to all in a little stable far, far away.
Last night, I finished wrapping and now, just two presents remain: per wee MJ’s request could I save some wrapping for her to do? There are two left – one for Daddy and one for Mommy. Yes their parents are divorced and don’t always along but doesn’t mean little ones don’t need to learn the joy of giving. So after they arrive and coats and boots are off I’ll scurry them away with much ado about secrecy and “don’t peek here Daddy” and I’ll be giggling and thankful for little fingers and tape and ribbons and bows and three and a half feet of wrapping paper for a 10″ box. That’s just how it goes when you have the chance to spread the magic that is Christmas. I can’t wait.
But first – here’s a gem of a clip that I hope you take time to watch ~ it’s stirring and wonderful and takes me right home to my little prairie church.
* * * Merry Christmas! * * *