Friday, December 23, 2011
"I don't feel like I'm gave the kids Christmas today," I told husband just before bed. "I'm trying to stay positive, but I don't think I'm giving that magic feeling to them. They deserve magic."
"Let's sing carols for our scripture study," he said simply. And a few moments later I heard him upstairs, tuning the guitar. Just as we gathered the kids into the family room, he got a call from our Brasilian friend who had just bought a car today, and had then just wrecked it. He immediately put on his coat and rushed out to help translate with the police.
I pulled out our nativity - these small ornaments we put on a small tree, as WonderGirl told the Dude the Christmas story. I grabbed the guitar and we sang Silent Night, Joy to the World, We Three Kings and For Unto Us A Child Is Born. The Dude sang all the words he recognized with gusto.
Even though the husband had to leave, as always his answer was just the thing we needed. I smiled at WG and the Dude and saw the magic in their eyes. I felt Christmas.
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