I absolutely loved everything about Christmas 2015. Everything about the season, giving gifts, eating good food, slowing down, reflecting on life and our Savior Jesus Christ. This year we had an abundance of everything. I realize how blessed my family is, not just monetarily but with the people we're fortunate to know, and love.
This year we were joined by some dear friends of ours, you've seen them in the blog before. We call them the H family. We've known them since 2012, they made the wise choice to leave the midwest and discover why everything is bigger (better) in Texas. Mostly we just love them. Our relationship has withstood trial and error and come out the other-side victor. THESE are the people I want in my village (especially at Christmas time). It also helps that Mr. H is a wickedly talented musician, you always want someone like that around to sing the Christmas Carols the right way. My mom put her new (very old 100 year old piano) to use while he was there. We sang little drummer boy, O Come O come Emmanuel, Frosty the Snowman, and so many other good festive favorites. Mrs. H is the sweetest calmest person I know, an ultra creative loud mouth like myself needs friends like her. She brings me back to my center. Love that we shared the holiday glow with them.
Each year we have special traditions, one of which we've been practicing since my mom was a very little girl. Each year Elf #7 does a naughty thing, and drops a bag full of gifts off to our home while Santa Clause is doing his pre-visit fly over (you know, to check and make sure all the kiddos are heading towards sleepy town). Each person that celebrated with us on Christmas Eve has a small gift in there. Sometimes it is a practical gift and sometimes it is something pretty. But, as we gather together and read the Bible or sing songs, the bells on santa's sleigh ring from somewhere above and the little children rush to the front yard to catch of glimpse of Rudolph's nose. You have to remind them that right there, in our very front yard, sits a legitimate north pole bag filled to the brim with goodies from Elf #7 and Santa Clause. It is a magical fun tradition that I am so grateful has lived on throughout the many years.
As the night grows late, and the children get sleepy (even though they insist they're not tired one bit), we all dawn our matching pjs and take a traditional family picture. Death threats from our father start while I position each member of the family (because I'm THE family photographer) 'if you don't take a good picture I'm gonna punch you out'... Not really, but he likes to pretend to be mean. After about 30 frames we give up and shoo the babes to bed.
The adults, who used to be the babes being tucked in bed, sit around and chat, eat more food, play games, and stay up far to late into the magical night that is Christmas Eve. Eventually we head off the bed as well, only to be awoken with anxious children to see if they're yearly nice-ness has paid off.
In the midst of all the celebrating, gift giving, and yummy food eating I catch moments of pure joy, which can only be found in our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. HE truly is the reason for the season. On that night thousands of years ago, a King was born, the only King who could save us all. Brothers and Sisters, I know that our Savior did just that, he saved every single one of us. If you would like to learn more about him, please visit mormon.org.
I hope you all had a wonderful, magical, spiritual, and warm Christmas. With all my Love,
Christmas 2015 was nothing short of perfection. I hope that Christmas 2015 was wonderful for you and your loved ones.