“Yes,” I answered.
“How do we do that?” he replied with a look of utter confusion.
“Yes,” I answered.
“How do we do that?” he replied with a look of utter confusion.
But I must make a confession.
I don’t love Christmas.
Now all you die-hard Christmas people can run me out of town with pitch forks.
I envy people who can get into the spirit of Christmas and who revel in all the preparations for the big day. There are a lot of aspects of Christmas that I do enjoy, however the parts that I don’t like seem to overshadow that good parts. My annoyance with Christmas starts the day after Thanksgiving, with black Friday. To me black Friday is consumerism at its very worse, people sitting in lines for hours to get the best deal on the latest junk. Anyway, I know a lot of people really like the hunt, but I just can’t stand it. This summer my irritation with Christmas was brought to a head when my own children started to tell me what Santa was going to bring to them. Not only was I irritated at their attitude, I was irritated by what I had created! Dadzoo and I started talking, we wanted to make Christmas more Christ focused in our home, but how does one do that when we are so entrenched in the worlds view of this Holy holiday.
This doesn’t mean we are giving up Santa all together, we are just letting the myth take more of a back seat. My children are getting some well thought out, Christ centered gifts, from their Father and I, instead of a ton of toys from Santa. Our children used some of their own spending money and donated it to charities that use the money to help people in our own neighborhood with things like utility bills and groceries. Our children are not exchanging gifts, but service to each other.
I helped turn the compost pile
and
“Took care” of some chickens.
Went in the potty, and made it every time.
Blew bubbles.
Colored with sidewalk chalk.
Had a picnic.
Helped Mom pick up my room.
Then I got tired,
and
Crashed.