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

I will not doubt, though all my ships at sea
Come drifting home with broken masts and sails.
I will believe the Hand which never fails,
From seeming evil, worketh good for me.
And though I weep because those sails are tattered,
Still will I cry, while my best hopes lie shattered:
I trust in Thee.
--Ann Kimmel

Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines, the labor of the olive shall fail and the fields shall yield no meat, the flock shall be cut off from the fold and there shall be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. Habakkuk 3:17-18

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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