It was a quiet Christmas at our house. We told the kids they could wake us up at six, and they were in our room at six on the dot. While Christopher snuggled with them in our bed and reminded them of the real reason we celebrate Christmas, I Skyped Grammy and Poppy on our TV so they could see the kids enter the family room.
The kids received books, games, toys, Legos, and some warm clothes. Several gifts were found on craigslist or at the consignment shop. As a family we got a Roku and a night at Great Wolf Lodge (the biggest gift by far!)
Christopher made a delicious breakfast and by ten, the two of us were snoozing while the kids enjoyed their surprises.
This year I finally understood that Christmas is simply the condescension of God to save us from sin and death. We are forever imperfect, spiritually and physically. And that’s ok, because we have grace. The only gift we need.
I have to include a Christmas-tree related story. So by mid-December all the ornaments that Logan could reach had disappeared. We finally asked him, “Logan, where are all the Christmas ornaments?” He pointed to the heating vent. He had been removing the cover and throwing all the ornaments down our ductwork. I took a pair of kitchen tongs and fished out what I could, but who knows what else is down there?!