Let the Frenzy Begin
Well, we survived Thanksgiving. Barely. Between going to two houses, making two different kinds of stuffing, ("We have to have Stove Top!" "I don't care what kind you bring, just not Stove Top." )and comparing pies, I'm surprised we didn't all just float away on a sea of tryptophan and whipped cream. And now, let the frenzy begin! DH scored major points with the girls by putting up Christmas lights on Saturday. They've wanted lights every year, and every year he complains that they're just too hard to put up [DH: They ARE hard!]. Well, apparently, this year it got easier [DH: Nope!], because it took him relatively little time [DH: 3 hours in the FREEZING cold], and he was filled with all sorts of unrighteous pride [DH: ok, I'll admit to this] because......Behold! We were the first on our street to get lights up! Seriously. This was a big issue for him. Why he had to be first, I do not understand, but hey, if it gets the lights up, I will not complain. [DH: It seems like every year we are playing catch-up to get all of our Christmas stuff done. I was just happy to be a little ahead of the game for once!] And so begins the season of re-putting up decorations on the tree daily that little destructo-man pulls off. (Fortunately they are all plastic towards the bottom of the tree). So begins the season of "Don't go in there! No reason, really, just don't!" So begins the season of looking forward to getting the mail, because instead of solely bills and junk mail, there are Christmas cards from friends and family. So begins the season of "Where's the tape? Have you seen the scissors? Again, no reason really. Just wondering for the sake of organizing the house." And so begins the season of dusting off the dial to the car radio (instead of listening to children's music CD's) because they start to play Christmas carols, and that is something my kids and I both enjoy. Or they are forced to enjoy, anyway, because that IS the music that gets played in the car. So begins the season when network television becomes watchable, with Rudolph and Charlie Brown making their annual pilgrimage into my living room. Break out the hot chocolate and the popcorn, because "The Year Without a Santa Clause" is on! How I love the annual war between Heat-Meiser and Cold-Meiser. So begins the season of really focusing, even more than usual, on Christ, His birth, and His life. Bring it on.