(Ok, I’m back and reminiscing because it’s been so long since I posted. I know you’re on the edge of your seats, so here ya go.)
On Christmas Eve we enjoyed a yummy dinner complete with family and my Dad’s famous potatoes (definitely worth mentioning), before heading off to church.
Church. Always the adventure with children when the nursery isn’t open. We were armed with snack traps of goldfish and figured others would be in the same boat with their small children. Luckily there were a couple teenage girls behind us with their family who were taken with Miles and vice versa. I think the row behind us was paying more attention to Miles than the pastor, can you blame them? This Mama sure can’t.
I decided to go up and take communion, something I haven’t done in a long time. Jamie was fine hanging back with the kids, but then I see little Elly trailing behind me yelling “Mommy!”. She didn’t want to miss out, so she was also handed a piece of bread and was told to dip it in the cup of wine, well, she dropped it in. She was clearly trying to get her buzz on. The woman pulled it out and started feeding it to Elly while wine was dripping down her gorgeous dress!! I freaked internally because a) my three year old was having wine and b) the dress!!!! I managed to hold it together outwardly and hurried Elly back to our seats while carrying her soggy bread in my hand (Aunt Tiff, hope you didn’t just gag). Sheesh.
The candlelit singing of Silent Night was as touching as ever and Elly even held her own candle, while being carefully watched. I loved how she tried to sing even though she didn’t have a clue what the words were. It was precious. Meanwhile Miles was with Jamie nearby (his goldfish had run out, the horror!), climbing stairs and attempting to crawl out onto the church stage (is that what you call the area up front?). He was desperate to act out the part of baby Jesus for everyone but alas Jamie squashed his dream.
After the service was over a man who looked to be in his 50s came up to me and told me how much his family enjoyed watching our family during the service and that it made their night even more special, which of course made my night even more special. Amazing how kind words work.
Once we got home we did the typical fun stuff; Christmas jammies, cookies for Santa, carrots for the reindeer and a reading of the Night Before Christmas. Once our angels had visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads Santa’s elves got to work preparing, and sometimes cursing, the toys for Christmas morning while watching It’s a Wonderful Life. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!