Things are generally really quiet at 4:30 on Christmas morning. For the most part, yesterday was no different. Well, except for the intermittent wind blowing in 28 miles-per-hour gusts. That made for a noisy intrusion as the wind whipped through the big sycamore tree in our front yard and around the eaves of the house. It was actually really nice, though. Reminded me that God was still there in the quiet hours, no matter what.
We started our traditional Christmas activities early this year. Chris and I exchanged gifts on Christmas Eve, since Christmas Day promised to be kind of hectic. She seemed somewhat excited to get this year’s carving. And yes, Sam, it was a mouse. The story I created for the reading at church was all about Theo the Watcher … a mouse at the manger when Jesus was born.
Christmas morning we made our traditional trek into Texas to see the LaMarque bunch open their gifts. As usual, there were boxes and wrapping paper and opened gifts all over everywhere. The highlight of the morning was when Christina opened a giant painting of their whole family. Beautiful work. It even inspired use of a brand new word by certain younger siblings. Hmm.
After LaMarque we headed over to Santa Fe. There we touched base with Nathan and April and Cailyn. Cailyn was pretty excited to show us her haul. Everything from a new vanity to clothes to a pair of earrings. Oh, and socks. Lots of socks.
The rest of the day we spent wrapping presents for our family Christmas celebration on Thursday and watching A Christmas Story (Sam’s first time. She wasn’t impressed). Supper was the most coveted delicacy … Turkey enchilada pie. So sorry I had to eat my fill with tons left over to enjoy again tomorrow … Not. Pretty great Christmas Day.
Matthew 1:21 says, She will bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins.
Father, thank you for a great Christmas Day. Looking forward to our family time in a few days. Amen.
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