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Another Christmas

One of the
things an author often does is share bits and pieces of their life. Christmas
is one of those magical times, begging to invade the spaces of all our friends,
fans and curious onlookers. Usually I start writing like crazy in my holiday
journal to record about the last few days; what worked and what didn’t.         
The children
piled in on Christmas Eve. We are up to eleven family members now. John and his
wife have three children. Meghan and her husband now have two, plus their dog
that always joins us. This year we were in Oklahoma on the pond. A lunch of
pizza and toasted ravioli gave the kids enough energy to romp and play until
they were allowed to open presents.    

enjoys attending the candlelight service at a local church. Even the children
get in the spirit of belting our Christmas carols. The baby of the family, just
six months old, couldn’t stop smiling and bouncing in my arms. Bliss!
The moon
hanging in the sky was but a sliver on Christmas Eve. My son-in-law took his
son out to the pond to look up into the heavens. The sound of their voices
resembled sweet music of the young and innocent. My heart filled with love. The
hustle and bustle continued inside my kitchen as my daughter-in-law finished
setting the table.
With the blessing
said we sat down to a meal of fried chicken, Texas potatoes, green bean
casserole, fruit salad, carrots and rolls. I burned the rolls, which was a big
negative but at least the geese on the pond enjoyed them. Cookies for dessert
and coffee for those who wanted it came last. 
My daughter needed to feed the baby so she got a late start on her
dinner. Everyone pitched in to clean up.

Adults get
to open their gifts in the evening. The kids hover around each person opening a
gift so they can snatch the paper and fill my office with the debris. Between
stomping through the mess, diving into the mounds of red and green, the oldest
child decides to wrap the other children then march them to their parents to
unwrap. Not only was it hilarious, but very sweet and precious.  It was one of my favorite parts.

Day meant Santa under the tree, checking out stuffed stockings and a big
breakfast of French Toast Casserole. With eggs, bacon and fruit, once again we
were stuffed. The group ended up playing games until late afternoon. Snacks
followed. Finally it was time for children to pack up and head to their
spouses’ families. 

It was a
wonderful Christmas. I’m tired. I’m blessed. I’m going to bed!

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