For our family the Christmas season begins with the city Christmas parade. We (actually Keith) puts out chairs early in the day, this year before dawn, to save our place in the parade route. We sit with family and friends laughing, talking, and eating waiting for the fireworks to start the parade and Santa to end it. The only thing we have to watch for is the homeless guy, who, one year sat in one of our chairs and peed in it. Yes, you read that right, he sat down in the chair but was not bothering anyone so we left him alone and after a few minutes he got up and the chair had a puddle of pees so we tossed it. Yeah that was weird, so now we don’t let homeless people sit in our chairs.
Our school puts on an amazing Christmas program each year, the bands, choirs and drama it is always amazing. This year number 1 decided to try out for a solo part. We were pleased when he made it, although I am sure I held my breath the entire time he was singing. There were approximately 400 students involved in the program and the story of Christ’s birth and life purpose were clearly evident and demonstrated in the performance. And He did wonderful!
We purchased a set of naughty elves this year, not elf on a shelf, but plain old naughty elves! The kids were excited to see what they had gotten into over night, and would look for them before getting ready for school. They were found in all sorts of naughty places a tangle of lights, holding the remote watching tv in the dark, upside down in the cereal box, wrapped up in wrapping paper, hanging from the chandelier, inside the fridge drinking milk from the Tinkerbell cup while the other tried to open my diet coke. The little kids had fun searching for them and the big kids enjoyed watching them search without giving away the hiding places.
I love our church’s candlelight service on Christmas Eve. This year number 1 was the narrator and I got tears in my eyes every time he read. (By the way I cry a lot,and I mean A LOT, my kids are used to it and are not surprised to hear my cry-talk.) But my favorite thing about the service is when our music pastor sings “Oh Holy Night” as the candlelight twinkle around the sanctuary. It is breath-taking. This year the baby did not try to blow out my candle. I love how our family fills a whole row, and as I listened to our extended family sing, again I cried at the legacy our children are growing up in, a heritage of believers. The cutest thing was when pastor was praying the baby clamped her eyes shut and held her hand over them the entire prayer it was pure sweetness to watch! I wanted to take a picture but decided it was inappropriate.
What is your Christmas season like at your house? I work very hard to not be rushed and crazed during this time. I want my kids to remember the fun times, not the times when I was crabby, tired and barking orders. I know those times exist and because of my poor ability at time management it happens more than I want. But I want them to remember the good times, staying up too late playing games or watching a Christmas movie. I want them to see lights and remember cramming the family into our van driving through a retirement village seeing all the houses decorated and seeing Santa at the end giving out candy canes or stuffed animals. I want them to remember the feeling of sitting as a family in church in peace and happiness. I have fun memories of my childhood Christmas and Keith has great memories of his family at Christmas time.
I love Christmas time!