After an early morning appointment, I went to Little Flock to help set up chairs, music stands, and lights for the orchestra. The music department and media are gearing up for the annual Christmas Choir concert. This year’s “Gloria” promises to be glorious. I can’t wait to hear the drum line march in and play during “The Little Drummer Boy.”
Afterward, I picked up the three grandchildren to help me with a little Christmas decorating. Pulling the multiple boxes from their storage area, I was amazed again at how much there is. The children and I looked at some of the items and remembered them from years before. I told them the story of the ceramic carolers I painted before I was married and the small village their daddy gave me to go with the carolers when he was old enough to buy a gift himself. They carefully placed them on the piano.
Celeste found one small box and exclaimed, “The Snow Man Tea Set! I love the Snow Man Tea Set.” She took it immediately and set it up in their room. Later, Celeste took a thow-away box and created a stable. She set up a manger scene in it.
Ethan pretended to be a puppy, dressed up like an egyptian sheik, then became Robin Hood with a mask I made him from an old Christmas card.
Elyse got on line to search for a Christmas tree for our house. No, I don’t have a tall tree this year for all the beautiful ornaments I’ve collected through the years. But Elyse and I are still looking for the perfect one.
All of us decorated the Jesus tree. Only two feet tall, it holds small ornaments like a lamb wrapped in a red ribbon, a star, a heart, a tiny Bible, a cross, and other things that remind us of Jesus and tell his life’s story.
We took a break with hot Tazo Apple Red tea steeped in a pretty new green teapot given to me by one of my piano students.
I unpacked the Candy Cane mugs my mother gave me the last Christmas she was with us. The children already know that story. The mugs are treasures to me, and I think of her when I look at them. It just isn’t Christmas until those mugs are hung on the little rack and sitting on the kitchen counter.
After the children left, there were boxes and greenery strewn about. Dishes needed washing. Stuff was in stacks here and there. The house was rather a shambles. I had to rush off to church for work, piano lessons, and choir practice. No time to pick up and put things in order.
Back home, I looked at the mess that still waited for me. I thought about the good time we had today, the memories we had made, the food and laughter we had shared. This mess represents a little Christmas joy. And I am so glad for it.
Mm…so you think if I tell my husband there are memories in all the mess I still need to clean up in my house he will get over it? lol
It might work, Teri. 🙂
Grandchildren, what a blessing. Memories what a lasting gift you are giving them. Messes I see them everyday,but oh how thankful I am that God saw fit to answer my prayers for a family. I became a mother the 12th of Dec. when My son was born and didn’t even know it until 3 months later.I understand your post today. Memories we make with our loved ones are lasting gifts. God bless them everyone. Blessings!
Elaine, we share motherhood some 37 years ago. Now we share grandmotherhood. Both are absolutely grand!
I am really enjoying your stories.
Thank you, Linda. It means a lot to me that you are reading them.
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