Christmas is coming….
Today I will tackle— I will tackle— what?! Hmm. Let’s see. Half of each of the three bathrooms are clean—that leaves 3 bathtubs and the floors to scrub. And two guest beds need to be made up—but do I use summer cotton or flannel sheets? Here in Virginia, it’s going to be 70 degrees on Sunday (December 22nd). Better hold off on making up the beds until the weather decides which sheets I should use.
The geese are getting fat….
All of the presents need to be wrapped, and the tree, while up, still needs to be decorated. Ten pounds of flour and eight pounds of sugar are waiting to be made into cookies. If I make them today, I will eat them. Maybe I better hold off on the baking.
Please put a penny in the old man’s hat.
Three days until Justin, our son, arrives, and nine until our daughter, Megan, and new son-in-law, Tyler, and Miss Kitty arrive. One adult child home for Christmas, and two adult children and one grandchild—a shedding German Shepherd that’s supposed to call me Ma-má (French pronunciation) but licks me instead—will come two days after Christmas. I’m not so sure I like this child-being-married stuff.
Ugh. But I want them all home for Christmas!
Tim, my husband, wraps his arms around me and tells me that we’re in a new phase of our lives, that our children are adults who live and work hours away, and that those who are married will have to alternate which family—his or hers—they’ll spend holidays with.
If you have haven’t got a penny, a half-penny will do…
Tim says we need to be grateful now for the time the two of us have together. That means the house will be empty a lot, and there will be no children to help us with chores, no children with whom we can do spontaneous fun things every single day. I’m not sure I’ll like this, but—
If you haven’t got a half-penny, then….
Since the kids aren’t here now to help me, I’ll need to pace myself to get everything done in time for Christmas and their arrivals. Today, I’ll roll out the gingerbread dough that’s in our refrigerator and make gingerbread men, and then I’ll mix up a batch of cut-out sugar cookie dough and make stars of Bethlehem and reindeer and church bells. Then,
I’ll eat them I’ll put some of them in a fancy tin and take them next door to the sweet young mother with a house full of little ones—just like my older friends did for me when my children were young and I didn’t have time to get everything done for Christmas. Now I can help the nearby younger moms I know. It’s time to use what I have to pass on what was given to me.
God bless you.
And to everyone to whom much has been given, much shall be required from him. Luke 12:48 (DBT)
To God be the Glory