Last night at church, all four of our children were involved in the service. The oldest was an acolyte … DD#2 lit the Advent candles … son and DD#3 were readers. And boy, did they make their family proud! Son-man is a born public speaker. His words were clear, his enunciation perfect and his stage presence unbeatable. The youngest was nervous and scared. When she told me that she wasn’t sure if she could do it, I asked if she’d like to hold my hand while she was up at the microphone. She said yes. And when it was her turn, that little six-year-old self walked right up to her spot and delivered the words as if she knew them by heart. She held my hand until the second paragraph and then I gently moved her finger over to the paper as it was a long paragraph and she routinely needed that finger to follow along with the words.
Many, many folks came up and congratulated them and/or shook their hands and/or hugged them. I think many who knew them were a bit stunned that they were so bright. Of course, their parents know that they both (well, all four kids, really) read well above their age-level … so, we were not surprised but still mighty proud!
This morning, as I went to the bedroom to see if they were ready to join us in the living room, they all smiled and began singing Happy Birthday to Jesus. It was just lovely.
Then, there was no stopping them – it was time to see what Santa left for them!
“This was the best Christmas EVER,” the youngest Miss exclaimed, after opening each of her gifts this morning. Santa done good. Mom and Dad done good. She thanked us with each present.
The son-man was elated. I can’t even tell you how excited he was, and with each piece of torn wrapping paper, he’d let out a giggle and a whoop. He got everything he wanted and more.
Daughter #2, after just coming off of her birthday week, was excited for gifts … but, more excited for play. She went from one thing to the next … and then took over her siblings’ toys, if they weren’t looking.
Our oldest daughter was pleased with her gifts and within 10 minutes of finishing opening them, she had her loot into her room … put away … and she was on her bed, enjoying some doodle pens.
The dad-person found me some spool holders and some stars for my wall … and already put up the electric can opener that I asked for. I used it for lunch – it sure beats the hand-held one!
We got Dad a portable rechargeable screwdriver and some giant, extra strength Ziploc camping bags. Ah yes, the tool man and the retentive organizer. Both fit him perfectly!
I missed my Teeny, as she was always running from kid to kid on Christmas morning. You know, just in case one of them got a BONE or a QUILT that she could nab! I have no photos this year of her doggie-butt, either. But, our other dog, Phydeaux, did get to enjoy the fruits of my cooking labor – as JD gave her the ham bone after it cooled down.
I sure hope each and every one of you saw the light of Christmas with renewed hope and faith.
Yeah. We all done good.

Thoughts for This Christmas Countdown Day: He’s HERE! He’s HERE!