Then back into the car and home to be tucked into warm beds with ice water awaiting middle of the night thirst and closet lights sending a shaft of yellow through black rooms. And we collapsed on the couch and marveled over another Christmas season come and gone so quickly and did they get it? And did we, really? And what shall we do differently next year to make sure we keep it simple and about Jesus? And thank God Lulu will be another year older next year and less likely to spend the day sneaking Nana's antique pottery off the shelves and giving us all a heart attack, but only just as I'm sitting down from the last time she did it.
And now we find ourselves with another week of vacation stretching out before us. The kids and I will welcome my three nieces and nephews for a couple days, since their sainted mother is in Florida with my in-laws and we'll drink hot cocoa and I'll watch the kids glide across the pond on their new skates and I'll wonder what in the world I can cook for seven hungry children. It'll be great. I have a seven hundred and eighty three things to write about now that there have been so many happenings, but there is enough text on this post, so I'll pace myself. So please excuse me if it takes the next few weeks to tell the story of our Christmas. There is a lot to tell.