Another Christmas eve is history. The last few days I have been thinking about prior Christmas eves.
When we were children our family often went to Chicago to spend the holidays with our grandparents and extended family. Oh, the fun and excitement as we got to spend time with cousins.
Some years we stayed home. It made for a much quieter holiday.
My freshmen year of college my dad was in a car accident on his way home from work. Fortunately, his injuries were minor enough that he was treated at the hospital and released. We were thankful!
After MOMD and I married and children came along the season became busier and busier. We created our own traditions, always grateful to be together.
One Christmas eve day our youngest hooligan was bitten by a stray cat so we spent hours at urgent care.
My mom spent her 80th (December) birthday, Christmas and (December) wedding anniversary in the hospital. It was her first year without dad as well so our family went to her on Christmas eve. We did our best to cheer her up and then tried to cheer ourselves up afterward. We put the top down on the convertible and some of the hooligans rode with us as we went to look at Christmas lights.
The last few years we’ve had a different theme each Christmas eve.
One year we did a photo booth.
The next year we did ugly Christmas sweaters.
Last year we did elegant.
It was a pajama Christmas. Here’s MOMD modeling his Christmas PJs.
Merry Christmas to each of you! I am closing this Christmas eve post with the Scripture that spells out the reason for this season.
For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6