Let us put by some hour of every day for holy things...

Think on th' eternal home,
The Saviour left for you;
Think on the Lord most holy, come
To dwell with hearts untrue:
So shall ye tread untired His pastoral ways,
And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise.

--from Keble's The Christian Year, Thoughts in Verse

Monday, December 24, 2012

It's Here!

"There [is] nothing to touch the exquisite anticipation of Christmas Eve."
--Miss Read, Village Christmas
Wyatt Meets "Santa Claus", circa 1995
Oh, isn't a glorious thing when Christmas Eve arrives? I never get over the excitement. And I don't want to!
So much fun, and it's already begun... I can't wait to share with you some of the happy shenanigans we'll be indulging in as the day progresses. Join us--it'll be a cyber party!
I'm going to be posting throughout the day as the Christmas spirit moves me, so keep checking back.
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The story of the above photo:  One late December evening, I was giving Wyatt--our youngest-- his bath when the older kids came merrily and excitedly to the door to tell us to expect a surprise when he came out. I toweled him off and put him in his nightshirt and out we went to meet--Santa Claus. Who looked oddly like Wyatt's older brother Hunter, dressed in what looked oddly like my furry red bathrobe, and carrying a sack that looked oddly like one of our pillowcases. "Santa" gave Wyatt a sugar cookie that looked oddly like one of my own baking, and wished Wyatt, through his poly fiberfil beard, which looked oddly like something out of my sewing box, a very merry Christmas. Wyatt accepted this visitation with suitably trustful awe, while the older kids danced around laughing and happy at their little surprise. What a lovely memory!  

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