I hope I make it through this post error free. I’m wobbling and swaying on our waterbed. I’ve been banished to the bedroom while my kids sleep by the Christmas tree in the living room. We have a family tradition of building a fort in the living room by the Christmas tree.
We just read Luke 2 to our kids as we put them to bed. What a wonderful story. When I think of the birth of Christ, two words always come to mind – peace and hope. What a miserable place this world would be without Christ.
I wish I had a cool, crafty, or clever thing to say this Christmas season, but nothing seems to come to mind.
My trusty Thesaurus tells me that rather than the dry “Merry Christmas”, I could wish you a happy … joyous … cheery … or cheerful Christmas. Anything but a miserable Christmas (since miserable is the antonym of merry).
In the end, I can’t think of anything more apt to say other than Merry Christmas.
As I write this post, it is 7:30 p.m., December 24th. I know I need to get to be early because the New Guineans have a custom of caroling late at night and early morning. Our last visit from Christmas carolers was at 2 a.m. Christmas morning. From sunset to sunrise, the carolers travel from house to house.
I say all that to say I’d better sign off and get ready for my long summer’s nap as I’m sure that between three kids, groups of carolers, seven puppies, and two dogs, I’m sure someone will wake me up tonight.
So, from my family to yours, Merry Christmas. Enjoy your Christmas Day!