As we were putting out the cookies and milk for Santa on Christmas Eve, Abbie eyed the plate and glass of milk she was carefully carrying, and announced, "This may be a good evening for Santa!". A few moments later, ever vigilant over the Christmas treats, she spotted her sister at the table near some goodies and yelled over, "Emma's going to eat some of that!!!! Do you understand me?!?!?"
I hope last night was a good night for Santa, and for you, as it was for us! May all your stories be happy, funny, full-of-awseome-real-life ones! Praying the joy of giving fills your hearts to overflowing, like little children. Christmas is magic, and I love seeing that in my little girl's eyes. I hope you get to see it this year too.
Sometimes I wonder if Jesus kept Mary on her toes, like my little ones do. I am inclined to think He probably did. His siblings may have found it more than a little annoying when He foretold the naughty thing they were about to do before they did it! Emma certainly would! It's nice to think that one mother, long ago, can always top any story I've got;)
From our funny little family to yours…
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
Ps. I wrote this post on Christmas Eve. Sitting here tonight, I am in simple awe of the beauty and magic of Christmas when little kids are in the house! Emma was sick and Abbie had trouble knowing how to be thankful for so many things all at once. But none of that mattered. Abbie helped her sister take her medicine when she didn't want to so she could feel better, and was so excited about her stuffed fox from Santa that she ran and put it in her room right away. Emma was on the edge of death every time the Tylenol ran out, but she was the life of the party as soon as it kicked in, wearing her new sparkly shoes from Santa with just her diaper everywhere she went. Good, magical, amazing times. May all be merry and bright with each of you tonight.
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