Friday, December 23, 2011

merry .


"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.

4 comments:

Jane said...

By small and simple things... Good thing there are husbands who love us.

The Pagets in Florida said...

Awww.

Maria said...

Beautiful!

Anonymous said...

You switched from Erma to Dickens in this blog...and did a great job of it. You rock!

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