It’s almost 6:00 pm on Christmas night, and the fury has finally subsided. Chirstmas Eve plans were all interrupted by another round of Childus Vomitus, as this time our 5 year old had the spews. At least she had the decency not to puke all over the church.
Our 3 year old is sleeping on the love seat. Some are gathered around the table playing card games. I’m about to line the curb with the trash from our wrappings.
I already miss the glee and excitement MiniestMonk showed with each gift she opened. It didn’t matter what she got, she was excited and appreciative. The adults had learned better, though. We knew when to be dissappointed and how not to appreciate our blessings.
Over the next few days people will leave and the house will be empty. Nephew Jake will head back to the Marines. God bless you and keep you safe, Jake. Darryl will continue driving his truck. Marlene and Mitch will go back to Colorado. Granny and James will return to Tennesee.
It’s been a good year. God has been gracious and generous, providing for us far above what we need or deserve. We will pause to give thanks and look forward to another year of His goodness. May God bless you all.
The Mad Monk 