Tuesday, December 25, 2012

White Christmas (In Pictures and Stories)

 
Twas the day of Christmas and all through the house,  kids were pretending to sleep like the cute little mouse.
 
 
The Stockings were thrown on the floor with such care...

 
In hopes that some candy would actually be there...

 
The children were no longer asleep in their beds...

 
For the thought of the sugar high danced in their heads....

 
And I and my husband pretending to nap...

 
Had little Ms. Mischief alive on our laps...

 
When tearing and ripping brought such a clatter....

 
And the sugar crash left our sweet son in tatters.
 
Side Story:
We don't usually have candy in our house.  It's just really not good for the kids that I would eat ALL of it if it was there.  The littles were particularly excited to have candy in their stockings.  Gabe scarfed most of it down before we even had breakfast.  Poor little guy sugar crashed and even surrounded with new toys.  He came holding out a handful of candy to his daddy and said, "Me no like this anymore daddy."  I'm a horrible mom I'm hoping that he learned his lesson.  I know I learned mine.
 
Step One: Little boy eats to much candy.
Step Two: Someone gives him orange juice.
Step Three: Little boy climbs up on mommy's lap and says, "I don't feel good mommy."
Step Four: Mommy thinks she's being funny when she says to her family, "Ya, now I'm just waiting for him to throw up on me."
Step Five: Mommy (with the help of family) is cleaning vomit out of her hair and from the front of her shirt while family laughs uproariously. 
Step Six: Little boy feels MUCH better. 
 
Ya, the timing was impeccable.  Poor Gabe...
 
Away to the windows, they flew like a flash...
 
 
Snow floating down, what a complete blast!

 
The sun on the breast of the new fallen snow...

 
 Excited the triplets, all objects a glow...
 
 
When what to my wondering eyes should appear...

 
Jackets and hats...our eight bundled dears...

 
With tiny little darling, new legs oh so quick...
 
 
I knew outside we would head, lickety split...

 
More rapid than eagles, hats and mittens they came...

 
I whistled, and shouted, and called them by name...
 
 
Now Jael!

 
Now Rachel!

 
Now Gabe...
 
 
and Max!

 
On Bekah!

 
On Anna!
 
 
On Tom...

 
And on Sarah!!!!
 
 
Aim to the top of the head! Pay no mind to the fall!!!

 
It's cold! It's cold! It's cold scream them all!!!

 
Laying on soft snow, that makes the snow angels sigh...

 
They will meet no obstacles as snowballs do fly!
 
Side Note: Those are dish washing gloves over mittens.  Our mitten monster kept on eating one of each mitten and we finally gave up with buying the water proof ones and just added dish washing gloves.
 
 
So up to the neck the snowballs, they flew...

 
Falling children abounded, Jael laughing too...

 
And then in a second, surrounded by goofs...

 
I knew God blessed me abundantly....
 
 
I had the proof.
 
I don't remember the last time we had a snow on Christmas.  I am so thankful to God for this blessing, as we reflect on the birth of His Son.
 

 
 


 

May your Christmas be filled with realizations of how totally blessed we are to be sons and daughters of God and how blessed we are to rejoice in the birth of our Lord and Savior.


"For my eyes have seen Your salvation,
which You have prepared in the sight of all nations..." Luke 2:30-31


2 comments:

  1. That is absolutely the most precious post ever! Love the poem, the side stories, and especially the pics of your adorable blessings. Merry Christmas to you friend.

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  2. What a fun post! and sorry for sweet Gabe! and for you! But ohhhh yes, we are so incredibly blessed!

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