Christmas has arrived ...

The hustle and bustle of downtown. Bundling up, hot cocoa, busy sidewalks, the sounds of carols on the street corners.
The peace of home. Time together. Laughter, baking, wrapping, decorating, playing, being.



Time ... the older I've gotten, that's all so important to me. The simply time we share with family and friends. Ans of course, just us. Our little family. The fullness ... the peace ... the joy ...
That is Christmas ....

I love watching the kiddos ... after days of baking, they loaded up our wagon and delivered little treats around the neighborhood. They knocked on doors and wished Merry Christmas. So sweet.

They decorated our gingerbread men, with icing and candies. (I think more was on the floor then the cookies .... but.) Anyway, Pie made a cross on hers and said it was for Jesus. Bub was decorating stars with each of our initials. he made sure there was five, one for each of us and one for Jesus, because, "He is always with us."
I love witnessing their hearts ... the excitement of Christmas, knowing Santa is coming ... the joy of the truth, knowing it's Jesus, his birth, his gift to us. We celebrate.

Behold, a child was born. For unto you is born this day in the city of David, a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you. Ye shall find a the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in the manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace and good will toward men.

Merry Christmas .... and peace to all ...