It's Just Not Christmas Until . . .
It's Just Not Christmas Until . . .
- My mother has made 8 kinds of cookies (if not even more!)
- We've brought up a few of my younger sister's finest moments from Christmases past (ex: the year "the cat" broke the head off the ceramic wise man of the nativity set--and then "the cat" conveniently balanced the broken head back on the statue so Mom wouldn't find out).
- We've all admired my cousin Keith's artwork on his hand-designed Christmas card
- I've been given a baggie of hard candy and an orange at my home church
- My family has our annual Christmas party and even the leftovers have been eaten the next day.
- I've laughed my way through the Beam family Christmas letter. While other families brag about their family's triumphs and accomplishments, the Beams focus on the year's tear-your-hair-out, scream-in-frustration hassles and headaches.
- We have family communion at church on Christmas Eve and then go home to eat cream of crab soup.