Well, what a fabulous Christmas Eve. It is cold here, rain will be turning to snow, we are told and the kids have begun to file in. Am home by myself for a couple of hours while some are at the show, Frosty is working for a few hours at his office, friends have dropped over today to drop off goodie bags and it has been a wonderful reminder of what Christmas is truly about. I have printed out Luke 2 so the kids can take turns reading the Christmas story tonight after dinner. We are going to Christmas Eve service and then come home to Italian food. This will be a great year. I love having the house full of laughter and craziness, it makes the tiniest bit of quiet time so very special. It also reminds me of when they were little that the house was always full of noise and how I dreamed of one day having a quiet house to sit by the fireplace, watching the lights on the Christmas tree and reading a novel, listening to Christmas music. What world did I think I would be living in. Not this one, I’m sure. One adult child is always running out to get Starbucks for themselves, AND hot chocolate from Starbucks for the kids, because they don’t like just the hot chocolate that comes in the little packets anymore, AND I find 2 hours later, that each of the hot chocolate cups are still half full, because they ran out to go to the mall. We had planned on seeing a 1:20 show, but the kids were bored walking around the mall, so they go to the noon showing. The italian restaurant calles me to tell me that I need to pick up my salad at 3:30 because if I pick it up at 5:30, 20 other people will be there to pick up orders and we will have to stand in line. One of the grandchildren threw up on our comforter last night. One of the grandkids is entering the “teenage” years, and doesn’t talk, she just texts. So I have to go retrieve my phone from it’s charger, because one grandkid keeps my phone drained playing games on it, so I can text the teen to see what she will eat. She goes back and forth between being a veggan or eatting only pizza or chicken nuggets. The lights have gone out on our prelit tree in the kitchen. Our garage now smells like throw up because the comforter has been thrown out there, because it is too big to wash and the dry cleaners are closed until Saturday. I fixed my “famous coconut cake” only to learn now that one of the familes is not eatting coconut anymore. I have listened to Brittney Spears sing Santa Baby, so many times, that I am now walking around with ear plugs.
So, two days after Christmas, we will be alone, again. We will sit by the Christmas tree, with the two strands of still working lights on them, get out our novels and our Barry Manilow music and talk about the last week. Then I will get tears in my eyes, because everyone is gone and the house seems so quiet. But…….how blessed we are that we have adult children who love us and are so good to us. God is so good to our family. I pray that we will honor Him in this season of Christmas by making Him the honored guest in our home. Merry Christmas and don’t forget to share with your family what God has done for you. Let’s share with our children and the grandchildren the truth of God’s Word to carry in their hearts for generations to come.
Chocolate Castles 