and the Stockings Were Hung

Shopping , baking, washing, playing, wrapping........

starting to fill stress in all of the mess.

We attended the last of the Christmas parties this past week, yeah!!

A good time was had, uhm by most of us.

Milo buttering up to Santa and being a "ham."

I love his excitement of being a live, hard to keep up with though.

Lil is still not sure about sitting on Santa's lap. However, she decided she had better tell him what she was wishing for. So with a little help she mustered up the courage to stand by Santa. "What a pony!" Oh my, maybe we should have talked with Santa alittle earlier.






Christmas Eve jammies, I mean robes.

Need I say a word? Yes, I do. " Santa, eat your veggies!"

I finally felt it!

The meaning of the whole Christmas Season.

Feeling tired and run down, ready to just let it come.

I stand in the cool of the night hands holding tight.

Peace and quiet in the cold air as Daddy offers the prayer.

The pause in his words after, " Our Heavenly Father.......

please help us to remember Calvin at this time."

The pause was it, the whole Christmas meaning.

The love of family, here and beyond, our purpose in life.

This memory will forever be fond.

So glad we took that time to pause.

Merry Christmas.

..... and the stockings were hung.