The day before the day before Christmas

Even though we keep such a low-key Christmas, there’s still a lot to do. We’re hosting two family celebrations with meals, so there’s shopping and cooking ahead. I still have a few things to do in my office, as well as some unusual work to do tomorrow for our children and family Christmas Eve service (cracking 200 glow sticks so they’ll light…my job entails some kind of weird tasks).

The best part about all these preparations is that our three darlings are here to be part of them. Today the girls came with me to work – when I have slightly unpleasant, physical labor to do I find I get it done a lot more happily and quickly if they’re with me. We unloaded about 75 curriculum binders full of obsolete lesson plans and put their contents into recycling bins. We pulled down a giant mural from the wall. Opened the 200 glow sticks and placed them in a rustic manger. Cut yarn so the glow sticks can be worn around 200 little necks tomorrow.

Next we have a date for lunch and a little more Christmas shopping (theirs, not mine!) to do.

When I got out of the shower this morning, I found this on my bed. Even now they’re always so sweet when they’re sleeping.


And then there was this while we were working at church…Middle Sister still can’t resist the chance to play dress-up.


Sometime today Oldest Sister and I have GOT to play a few games of Bananagrams – I can’t believe she’s been home since Saturday evening and we haven’t played yet. We had a riotous all-family game of Things last night – I laughed so hard I had an asthma attack. So one more stop on our list today is to pick up a refill of my steroid maintenance inhaler.

There’s a line from “It’s Beginning To Look a Lot Like Christmas” that I’ve never understood: “…and mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again.” What’s wrong with that mom and dad? Having the kids home from school is the best Christmas gift I could get!


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