Yesterday, Christmas Day, was the culmination of our month-long celebrating of the birth of Jesus Christ. All month long, we have been reading different parts of the Christmas story, singing Christmas songs, baking, wrapping, decorating, playing, loving, enjoying each other, giving thanks for Jesus Christ. He is the reason we celebrate this month.
As part of our annual celebration...we have our little traditions that make memories for our family. One of those is the annual Christmas-card-picture taking. We used to get all dolled-up and head to a picture studio for a family picture, but since The Village doesn't have a picture studio like the ones we used to go to, we now just get the kids dressed up and try to get a good picture somewhere else. During this process there are several pictures that do NOT make the annual card. The outtakes:
And The Grinch makes an appearance at our house too.
On Christmas Eve, we eat clam chowder. This is a tradition passed down at least from my Gram (and maybe even before her), to my mom, to me, to my kids. Somehow, that warm bowl of homemade chowder served on special Christmas dishes links the generations in our celebrations of Christ's birth.
Later, we try to alleviate some of the frenetic anticipation of Christmas morning by allowing our children to open one gift--new pajamas--on Christmas Eve. In hindsight, I'm not sure if this practice helps or not.
And then Christmas morning arrived.
In The Village.
On Christmas Day.
According to the weatherman, that hadn't happened here in ELEVEN YEARS.
It was so beautiful and unexpected, that before we even opened presents, we had to go enjoy it. And enjoy it we did.
Then after a yummy Christmas breakfast, we opened presents and played with new toys and called the far-away families and just enjoyed the Christmas explosion that took place in our living room.
And so concludes our Christmas Month--with memories, joy, love for each other, and gratitude for Jesus Christ.