I always feel like Christmas is a race to the finish line. The race starts the day after Thanksgiving, and it’s over when we leave for church on Christmas Eve. We crossed the finish line today at 4:20 EST.
That’s not to say that there aren’t fun times in-between. Picking out the tree was fun.
Actually, picking out the tree wasn’t that fun. The kids got cold in about 3 minutes and started to whine. But it is a pretty tree (although now, 11 days later, all you have to do is look at the tree and the needles fall off.)
No, as usual, the fun was in the little things. In going to the zoo the Saturday after Thanksgiving, because we had a free day. In Advent Craft Night at church, where we made crafts and hung out with many church friends. In wrapping presents with Emma, which has become an annual tradition which means a lot to her. In baking cookies. And making many batches of Chex party mix.
And in our annual Christmas picture, which we take in front of the tree.
On Friday, we head to Central PA for a Christmas celebration with my family. Now that all of the preparation is over, it should be a nice, relaxing time. It won’t ever be the same without my dad telling stories. But we will start new traditions, and sing, and play games, and it will be okay.
I won’t have computer access in the Land That Time Forgot, so my next blog post won’t be for a week or so. Merry Christmas to everyone and may 2009 bring many blessings to all.