These guys play together all the time. And sometimes…sometimes they get along with one another.
Behind every Santa there exists a Mrs. Claus.
For the past four or five years, maybe longer, we’ve made the journey to Santa’s house at least once during the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas. In prior years, we’d visit Santa just about every Friday night. This year, our first visit was late in the season. Hopefully, we’ll get back at least one more time before he flies away on his sleigh. We are so lucky to have Santa living close to our house.
I’m cranky, but there is something about holiday lights that helps quiet my crankiness. Oh, I don’t claim to be cranky-free by just a quick glance at our tree, but it does act as a nice reminder of all that is good and all that is bright. Again, look for the light, and you’ll be better able to find peace.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine…
Today, I literally went out and bought more candles for the house. I am not going to let the darkness discourage me. Instead, I will find light and step forward. And, as I look at the glow of our Christmas tree, I have a greater appreciation for the fact that the boys, after I hung the lights, decorated the entire tree themselves. Their work is surrounded in light. What a glorious light. My prayers remain with all those mourning the loss of a loved one.
My heart goes out to the families directly affected by the mass shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut. In addition to those families, my heart goes out to the countless other families directly affected by violence that don’t appear in the headlines, become a trending topic on Twitter, or become a photo made viral via Facebook. Social media takes over during the ‘big’ events, while many deal with this sort of thing on a daily basis. Love, light, peace, and strength are my prayers for the families.
Working from home has its privileges.
Out of the shower, teeth brushed, and settled in his pajamas, Charlie is ready for bed. He and his shoulder buddy are now waiting for Joe, so we can continue reading The Lightning Thief. Life is good.
Yesterday, I noted on my Facebook page that I was thankful for the Christmas lights hung along our roof-line. As a kid, I always envied people who had lights on the outside of their house. Our house was always decorated for Christmas, but the lights were inside on the windowsills.
I never lost the desire for outside lights, and I was thrilled when the boys begged long enough to bring my childhood dream to – wait for it – light! Thanks to Rob for climbing the ladder and making the world brighter for his wife and two kids. Woo hoo! We have lights along our roof-line! Color me a happy