Christmas Traditions

This was first published last year... This year we haven't read it yet, because all the kids are in this play this year. If you live around here, please come see The Best Christmas Pageant Ever ! Tonight, tomorrow, and Sunday night at 7 at Living Word.

I thought I would be tired of the story because of the play, but I'm not. We'll be reading it next week.

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We did another of our Christmas Traditions, which was to read the book The Best Christ Christmas Pageant Ever. Oh how we laugh at that book. This year they laughed especially hard at this part on page 55:

"Since none of the Herdmans had never gone to church or Sunday school or read the Bible or anything, they didn't know how things were supposed to be. Imogene, for instance, didn't know that Mary was supposed to be acted out in one certain way - sort of quiet and dreamy and out of this world.

The way Imogene did it, Mary was a lot like Mrs. Santoro at the Pizza Parlor. Mrs. Santoro is a big fat lady with a little skinny husband and nine children and she yells and hollers and hugs her kids and slaps them around., That's how Imogene's Mary was - loud and bossy."

After they stopped laughing hysterically, Sara (age 5) said, "Mama... you're not fat."

Sweet thing. So delusional. ;)

I don't slap them around either, but that's beside the point.

Once again...

Once again, many days have passed without a significant post. Honestly, yes, I am incredibly busy. Busier than I have ever been. But mostly it's because I think I am coming down with Adult Onset ADD. Or something. Having 10 children at home all the time gives the opportunity for approximately 3 seconds in a row to think. I've already had 4 interruptions just in writing this paragraph.

Make that 6.

Adding the interruptions to sleep deprivation and my brain is just plain too fuzzy for words. At least anything you would like to read about! I compose great things in the middle of the night, when it is silent, and no one is there to interrupt. But I am feeding the baby, not typing.

So- sometime in the next decade I am sure I will be back to normal. Whatever that is. And until then, I will schedule a few re-runs from last year's Christmas to remind us of what Christmas is all about.

Here's a hint... it's not about getting gifts. Or decorating. Or even baking. It's about family. And giving. And remembering that Christ denied himself, came down out of heaven, lived as a human, and died the perfect sacrifice for our sins.

See- maybe I DO still have a thought in my head. Even if I am now at interruption 21.

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