In a time when we're willing to brave Walmart to buy presents for others but the task of getting our butts to church on Sunday morning is so hard, it's no wonder that kids don't understand the true meaning of Christmas. The truth is, some adults don't.
Do you know why we put Christmas trees in our houses during the season? Why, it's because Perry Como and Johnny Mathis told us to. Or, there's SOME meaning to it.
"So, let me get this straight mom, Santa is an old man who sneaks in your house and entices us kids with presents?" Uh, yeah.
Last weekend, I dragged my kids to a church we don't attend to see their rendition of Bethlehem. Really, it was cool. We walked through a hallway and there were vendors and such. It was a neat treat to take the kids back in time. They immediately called Gramma to tell her they went on a road trip to Bethlehem AND the Sea of Galilea. They saw baby Jesus, Mary, AND Joseph on a cell phone.
Still, most of our efforts to celebrate the season involve Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, great food and candy canes. Just when I fully doubt that my kids don't get it about Christmas, last night Ricardo checks on Lucy before we go to bed and comes out saying, "You HAVE to see this."
At bed time, we'd both heard her telling a very elaborate story to the 496 stuffed animals she insists on having in her bed. She kept it up a while and then eventually dozed off in mid-sentence. Neither of us could quite make out what the story was about until we saw her sleeping. She was snuggled up to the manger scene we decorate her room with.
God Bless Us One and All.
That's how I roll.
She's not exaggerating, it was the cutest thing I've ever seen.
It sounds heavenly! What better way to put life in perspective! Maybe she was whispering to the 6lb. 8oz. baby Jesus what she wanted for Christmas!