My husband and I decided to head down to my parent’s house (nicknamed The Wanch) for Christmas.
My baby sister was coming up from Houston and my four brothers were there, A drive to Texas to visit Dan’s family is a bit longer and more expensive than a the short trip to my parent’s, we do Christmas in Texas every other year.
The last two years I felt like Christmas was too big and my family and I got too many gifts.
Am I weird? Too many gifts???
I don’t know, I just wanted to scale back and focus on the true meaning of the Holiday season.
The birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ. He is THE Gift. He gave each one of us a reason to celebrate. We give gifts as a representation of THE Gift.
Santa Claus, Santa Klaus, St Nick…Saint Nicholas – a follower of Christ – is portrayed as a giver of gifts these days. But be it known, that Santa Claus became a giver of gifts because he was trying to pattern his life after the example of the Savior.
So, likewise, everyone in my family had the same idea. Everyone wanted to give something to each other.
After the large dinner that my mother prepared (for over 20 people) and just as folks were ready to eat, my dad announced that one family of five couldn’t make it because the kids were sick.
Mom said, “I didn’t know they were coming.” Dad replied, “I invited them, but forgot to tell you.”
That’s how it rolls in their house…there is ALWAYS room in the Inn.
When bedtime for the kids came, the space under the tree was barren.
Late into the night we wrapped and talked or watched movies…the older boys set up a game table where the couch usually goes in the family room.
others made good choices and went to bed early.
I went to bed close to 2am and the boys and Kaylan were still awake.
It could have been that sleep deprivation weakens our immune system, but several of the older folks in the house woke up sick.
Every year, without fail, at least one person is sick on Christmas eve/Day and the sickness is shared.
I still count my blessings. It wasn’t the flu and our life is very comfortable and prosperous.
I’m grateful I don’t need Bugatti’s or sail boats to make my life good (although, my husband would like a Bugatti if anyone was curious or feeling generous). I’m so happy to have my children healthy, I’m grateful we are able to pay our bills and that my husband is able to go to school.
I don’t know what your Christmas wishes were, but I hope you felt the love and peace that I wish for you and yours!
My only regret from Christmas Eve was, I should have used my good camera for taking photos instead of my pocket shooter… Oh well, grainy pictures are still pictures.
Christmas Eve dinner was held at Uncle Randy and Aunt April’s house, about an hour and a half drive from where we were staying in north Houston.
We arrived a bit late, but just in time for dinner.
They served Yahoo chocolate milk with dinner (among other options, but chocolate milk it was for me) and my day was made!
It wasn’t long after dinner when the “minute to win it” games began and the children dispersed on the property to run off the food.
Danny won the challenge of catching a cottonball on his lubed nose – he really is a talent amongst talents. It was a tough crowd.
I happen to be pretty good at blowing a cottonball across the table with a straw into a cup…not as good as PawPaw at throwing marshmellows into a bowl on my partner’s head.
After battling each other over silly games and collecting our small children, we all headed back inside the house for the Nativity re-enactment.
My part was pretty easy, I was supposed to read along and get the other actors where they needed to be.
My mother-in-law was the narrator and as she told the story, each character came on and acted out the part being read.
Every few paragraphs a Christmas song that correlated with the story was sung – that was my favorite part.
After the Navitiy we gathered in a circle for the Jingle Bell game – we all brought our favorite candy bar and we roll dice looking for doubles – upon seeing double we yell “Merry Christmas” and grab a wrapped candy bar.
I got one chance at yelling “Merry Christmas” – which I hunted down the wrapping paper in the shape of the candy bar I brought…which I found and took…but it was taken from me. I didn’t win any candy bar from the game.
My father-in-law had three boxes of candy and gave me one of his – what a guy!
which I traded for a different candy 🙂
Afther the Jingle Bell game we openned gifts – My son made out like a bandit – we have been richly blessed.
Christmas Eve was a very enjoyable evening with lovely people.