It's Christmas Night...

It's Christmas Night

By: Max Lucado

It’s Christmas night. The house is quiet. Even the crackle is gone from the fireplace. Warm coals issue a lighthouse glow in the darkened den. Stockings hang empty on the mantle. The tree stands naked in the corner. Christmas cards, tinsel, and memories remind Christmas night of Christmas day.

It’s Christmas night. What a day it has been! Spiced tea. Santa Claus. Cranberry sauce. “Thank you, so much.” “You shouldn’t have!” “Grandma is on the phone.” Knee-deep wrapping paper. “It just fits.” Flashing cameras. It’s Christmas night. The girls are in bed. Jenna dreams of her talking Big Bird and clutches her new purse. Andrea sleeps in her new Santa pajamas. It’s Christmas night. The tree that only yesterday grew from soil made of gifts, again grows from the Christmas tree stand. Presents are now possessions. Wrapping paper is bagged and in the dumpsite. The dishes are washed and leftover turkey awaits next week’s sandwiches.

It’s Christmas night. The last of the carolers appeared on the ten o’clock news. The last of the apple pie was eaten by my brother-in-law. And the last of the Christmas albums have been stored away having dutifully performed their annual rendition of chestnuts, white Christmases, and red-nosed reindeer.

It’s Christmas night.

The midnight hour has chimed and I should be asleep, but I’m awake. I’m kept awake by one stunning thought. The world was different this week. It was temporarily transformed. The magical dust of Christmas glittered on the cheeks of humanity ever so briefly, reminding us of what is worth having and what we were intended to be. We forgot our compulsion with winning, wooing, and warring. We put away our ladders and ledgers, we hung up our stop watches and weapons. We stepped off our racetracks and roller coasters and looked outward toward the star of Bethlehem.

It’s the season to be jolly because, more than at any other time, we think of him. More than in any other season, his name is on our lips. And the result? For a few precious hours our heavenly yearnings intermesh and we become a chorus. A ragtag chorus of longshoremen, Boston lawyers, illegal immigrants, housewives, and a thousand other peculiar persons who are banking that Bethlehem’s mystery is in reality, a reality. “Come and behold him” we sing, stirring even the sleepiest of shepherds and pointing them toward the Christ-child.

For a few precious hours, he is beheld. Christ the Lord. Those who pass the year without seeing him, suddenly see him. People who have been accustomed to using his name in vain, pause to use it in praise. Eyes, now free of the blinders of self, marvel at his majesty. All of a sudden he’s everywhere. In the grin of the policeman as he drives his paddy wagon full of presents to the orphanage.

In the twinkle in the eyes of the Taiwanese waiter as he tells of his upcoming Christmas trip to see his children. In the emotion of the father who is too thankful to finish the dinner table prayer. He’s in the tears of the mother as she welcomes home her son from overseas. He’s in the heart of the man who spent Christmas morning on skid row giving away cold baloney sandwiches and warm wishes. And he’s in the solemn silence of the crowd of shopping mall shoppers as the elementary school chorus sings “Away in a Manger.” Emmanuel. He is with us. God came near.

It’s Christmas night. In a few hours the cleanup will begin — lights will come down, trees will be thrown out. Size 36 will be exchanged for size 40, eggnog will be on sale for half-price. Soon life will be normal again. December’s generosity will become January’s payments and the magic will begin to fade. But for the moment, the magic is still in the air. Maybe that’s why I’m still awake. I want to savor the spirit just a bit more. I want to pray that those who beheld him today will look for him next August. And I can’t help but linger on one fanciful thought: if he can do so much with such timid prayers lamely offered in December, how much more could he do if we thought of him every day?

Merry Christmas! May joy, love, laughter, and most importantly, the love of our Savior be with you now and always!

Overheard: Christmas Shirts

In my closet...
Tayv: "Wow Mom, that's a really nice Christmas shirt you have. That one with the snowman."
Me: "Thanks pal."
Tayv: "Do you know what would be even more revrenter though?"
Me: (snickering) "What?"
Tayv: "A Christmas shirt with Jesus on it."

He's been telling me almost on a daily basis that "Jesus is THE MOST important thing about Christmas!"  All this time I thought he was trying to convince himself. Apparently not. :)

Our Christmas Card....

I'm only sending out a few Christmas cards this year so you probably won't get one. But in case you were wondering what it says....

"Our Christmas Letter/gift to you..."

"I've gained weight, Nate's going gray, & our kids are average. Merry Christmas!"

I realize not everybody gets my sense of humor. So if you don't think it's funny, that's ok. Because I'm amused with it and it's a Christmas letter Nate can live with. :)

Wishing you the happiest of Christmases and a new year full of laughter and joy!

A Shark Party

Birthday Party #1

It started under the sea....

There was a hungry shark....

We went fishing for prizes....

And played "Pin the Fin on the Shark..."

"And Minnow, Minnow, Shark..."

There were shark cupcakes.... 

                                    

                                        

And one happy Birthday Boy....

With 4 candles on his cupcake....

And a new 'Lava Man' Bike....

Happy Birthday you.

I don't do b-day posts. Just so you know. Today is the exception. But it still won't be mushy. :)

Happy birthday babe, I'm SO glad you were born!!!

From Tayv: "I wish that you could be here for your party today cause I would love to see you at your party. It's a bummer we don't get to see you. Happy Birthday and.... and.... happy birthday party. I miss you!"

From Tahn: "Da-da! Da-da! Hi!"

The Verdict.

It has been decided. Tayvin will get his own friends birthday party right around his birthday. The theme he wants is sharks and fish.  I want Tahn to have his own 1st birthday party so 2 weeks later, Tahnyon will get a cute little turtle party with his friends. And somewhere in between, they'll have a combined party for our family. The theme? THING 1 and THING 2! I'm so excited.  The Cat in the Hat will be making an appearance to tell the kids his story, the pictures on the wall will be tilted, there will be kites, and the list goes on. But I'm always still looking for ideas so if you have any, let me in on them!

And thanks everyone for your input.

A swampy party

Still going back... Tayv turned 3 oh, only 8 months ago. He wanted an alligator/crocodile/frog/balloon birthday party. Being 8 and 1/2 months pregnant, I ran out of energy so it didn't turn out quite like I planned but he loved it anyway! He still tells me how the food was the best part! :) Love my sweet boy.

One of his presents from mommy & daddy...

Frog eye salad, ants on a log, frog and alligator jigglers, gummy frogs, and swamp juice...

Ready to blow out the candles...

Yes, I am aware that I was huge...

My cute niece...

Tayv, we can't imagine life without you. You have brought so much joy and love into our home. Thank you a million times for allowing us to be your parents.

Please vote?
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Leprachaun Trap

Happy St. Patricks day. Tomorrow. Nate thinks I'm crazy-pretty much I can't stop myself when any holiday comes around. The only thing that can stop me is my dwindling bank account. :(  Anyway, so Tayv & I made a Leprachaun trap today. Ya know, if you catch a leprachaun he'll lead you to a pot of gold? That whole thing. Well, in our house, we'll catch the leprachaun and in order for him to be able to use his magic to get out, he has to leave his gold.  So I've been trying to talk it up for a few days now and Tayv went along with it. Until we were in the middle of making the trap today. That's when Tayv's sweet heart couldn't take anymore. He said he didn't want to catch a leprachaun because tricking is not nice. What do I say to that?

The trap...

The gold...

And there will be little green leprachaun footprints... :)

Rolos picture found here.

At long last 2...

Since nobody wants to hear what I think and only wants to see pictures.... I didn't even bother.

At long last...

Overheard-Honolulu

We decided to watch a movie last night as a family. This doesn't happen very often because, go figure, Nate & Tayv can never agree on what to watch. So it went something like this...
Tayv: "These are your choices, Santa Clause is coming to Town or Little Drummer Boy."
Me: "I don't want either of those."
Tayv: "Well, these are the only ones I got so which do you choose?" (Can you tell we're a love & logic family-sorta?)
Me: "Neither. Get different ones please."
Tayv: "Ok, how about Santa Clause is coming to town?"
Nate: "How about, Santa went to Honolulu for 6 months?"
Tayv: "Sorry Dad, we don't have that one."

Overheard:Santa's list

I promise pictures will be coming soon! In the meantime,
Tahn was crying while I was trying to get Tayv some lunch today because he was hungry too. Tayv looked up from his coloring and said in the most casual voice...
"Hey, you think Santa's gonna put baby on the naughty list?"
:)