It happens. The Grinch (Satan) comes to Whoville (our hearts) and stills the joy if we let it. I did. I got behind this Christmas and let the hoopla carry me away. But nothing like a family dinner party to force the house to get clean, the presents to get wrapped, and the cookies to get baked. And nothing like having the jolly man himself make an appearance to cheer the moment. Seriously people, who can resist Santa? How can you not laugh when he is roaring his hearty “Ho Ho Ho” (or in this case “A-HA HA HA”). When that door bell rang and I let him in, Sydney especially got a big smile on her face, looked toward her mommy and daddy and declared “Santa Claus!” Now poor little MJ was feeling a bit puny so while he acknowledged Santa with a friendly caution, he did it from his mom’s lap (a trip to the ER two nights later declared he had strep throat). Santa made instant friends with Sydney — not because he was a likable guy, and not because he was bringing her a present. Nope, none of that. Santa gave her the forbidden fruit — a candy cane. She was 27 pounds of putty in his hands after that. She didn’t even bother to remove the wrapper!
Santa, you made our evening … and I think just maybe, we made yours too.
Of course Christmas isn’t just about Santa, gifts, and candy canes. It’s about the birth of Jesus — our Savior born of a virgin and birthed in a stable. I have a Nativity Scene made of rubber that I started when my kids were little. Sydney in particular loves baby Jesus. From the moment she walks in the door baby Jesus is carried about. “God is great” she’ll sometimes say. God is great, and the Christmas story of Jesus’ birth is just the beginning. Take time this week to read about Him, won’t you. I think it might just help keep that Grinch at bay.
And as families sometimes are … here we are being a little goofy. Should you wonder what we’re doing, just ask any Denver Bronco fan. Or better yet, Tebow it. Merry Christmas everyone! Love Mary