We celebrate Christmas Eve every year with my side of the family. Andy's family lives out of town, and Andy's job keeps him local during the holidays, so he is unwilling to travel. Our food tradition varies from year to year. If the weather is nice, we will grill out. In an effort to keep it simple, we often get pizzas. This year we feasted on appetizers. Everyone brought something except for Tiffany and Josh. They both got stuck at work, and Christmas Eve plans were almost postponed as they were told to expect to stay until 10 or 11 p.m. Both made it home by 7:00p.m.
Until we went to my Dad's house, we had a quiet day at home. Andy rested as he worked third shift and arrived home at 7:00 a.m. on Christmas Eve morning. When we did finally leave the house, I have to say that driving around in a van minus a window was less than pleasant and generated lots of stares.
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| Savannah and Julia made gingerbread and sugar cookies on Monday. I made fudge as that is Julia's favorite. I haven't made the Hershey can fudge that my mom always made in years - so many years that my kids don't remember it. I did not make it this time either. I went with the easy Marshmallow Creme version. |
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snuggling with Isaac so his mama can eat
This was short lived. Every time I pick up a baby, Tara swoops in and snatches the baby. She acts like she doesn't like kids. Please! |
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| He's one happy boy! I think Ira enjoyed his second Christmas. He especially liked running the circle in the house and stealing my water bottle. |
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Regan's best comment of the night was when she was handing out gifts. She handed one to my Dad and then asked him, "Can you say "thank you?" ' Loved it!
Another classic was when she tried to snag someone's drink off of the table. Jonathan said "she has some kind of mouth fungus." To which I responded, "Oh that's a good one. I guess you will use that whenever a boy shows up at your door to take her on a date. I bet it will go even further, and you will tell him that she is covered in fungus." Danielle was rolling. |
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Our traditional Happy Birthday Jesus cake:
chocolate with white icing - our dark sin is covered
red candles - blood shed for our sins - 12 to represent the 12 disciples or 12 tribes of Israel
evergreen trees - new life
angel- bringing good news
Those evergreens need to be replaced. That is my mission once I am mobile again. |
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| singing Happy Birthday to Jesus |
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| blowing out the candles |
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all my parent's grandkids
We really must try this again. Surely, we can get a better picture than this. |
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| Ira loved this gift and kept carrying it around. It was the only one of his gifts with a ribbon, and he liked playing with the ribbon. We had to snag it from him as it was breakable. Both Regan and Isaac already had ceramic piggy banks, but Ira did not. Jonathan and Danielle requested one for him. The kids helped me choose one with dinosaurs on it. They call him T-rex because of the way Ira held his arms when he started walking, so the dinosaurs beat cars, trains and other boy themed banks. |
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| warm track clothes for Savannah |
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| Julia is usually the easiest for whom to shop, but she was a challenge this year. She wanted a Tablet, but I was on the fence about letting her get one because of the access to the Internet. I finally decided that she could have one when all the good deals were sold out, so it was out of budget. The family gave her this stuffed panda that she wanted, and some money to save toward a Tablet. Santa brought one gift for our family instead of one each, and it was a Kindle Fire, so Julia may be okay with that. |
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| Kinsley got some stylish new clothes and a Mom's best friend - an exersaucer. |
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| Can we say Pokemon Christmas? |
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| beautiful picture of my parent's oldest and youngest granddaughters |
I could kick myself over and over again for forgetting to take the good camera. All pictures were taken on phones. I prefer the camera pictures.
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| Zach joined the adult drawing this year. I think this is hard on him as his love language is gifts, but everyone grows up, and Christmas is about the greatest gift ever given - a child who would save us all. |
We head to church and the memories of Christmases past tumble through my head. Some wonderful, some painful. There was the year when I spent Christmas wondering if it would be the last with my mom. It wasn't, but she was so weak for the next one which was the last. I remember buying her gifts and then giving them to our church's outreach ministry with the tags still attached when she died just weeks later. I remember clearly her last FB post about Christmas. The grandkids are a hoot! She said. She loved watching them enjoy the celebration.
I remembered our first Christmas service in our new church. I served in the nursery and fed my 8 month old Savannah in the atrium while waiting for the rest of the family to show up for the next service. They came, and we were turned away. The sanctuary that nobody believed would ever be full was too full (the upper balcony was not open yet). Granted, part of it was not finished. I remember walking back through the parking lot with a heavy carrier with the wind whipping my stocking clad legs and thinking this was not the same as being turned away from the inns and being sent to an animal filled cave to give birth even though I was frustrated. We did return for another service, and it was wonderful. That was 15 years ago. Time flies.
I remembered when our family gathered at church for Christmas Eve services. Very few of us attend now. I remember the year that Zachary fell asleep. He was about four or five years old, and my dad picked him up and carried him out of the service. He did not wait for a younger man to carry his sleeping grandson.
I remember the year that the Christmas Eve service caused a family silence that lasted weeks. We hosted the family gathering at our house. I told one family member that we had decided to attend the late service. She was angry, so she brought her kids only long enough to pick up and drop off gifts. While I decorated Christmas cookies with her kids as I had promised to do, my kids opened their gifts. I missed it, but I had a 30 minute time limit because I wanted to go to church. My sister in her anger insisted that we could not do both and came without her angry husband even though we had three or four hours to celebrate before we would leave for church. I tried to keep my promise about the cookies to her boys. I was angry too. Whose birthday were we celebrating, anyway? Why did we spend weeks not speaking because some of us wanted to attend church? She's so different now. She has suffered more than anyone should, and she would not insist on her way for a holiday celebration now.
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We finished our celebration with a wonderful 11:00p.m. service this year.
Our minister preached about a Redneck Christmas - a baby born in a barn.
The depth of love can be determined by the level of sacrifice. -- Kyle Idleman
Jesus came for all!! - Praise Him! |