We had a great Christmas Eve =) We spent all day baking cookies, making soup and playing with friends (guess who baked and who played - hee hee). We watched all day as the weather slowly turned colder and rain turned into snow until we had a some definite snow coming down (YEA! A WHITE CHRISTMAS). The power went off and on several times through the day into late evening. It never stayed off long, but it was quite interesting when it went out while Amber was taking a shower. Every time the power went out things wuold go quiet . . . except that one time, we all heard some very loud screams from a very dark bathroom (hee hee) We had friends over for soup and cookies and the kids had fun going out into the snow. Our church Candlelight Communion was cancelled and the other family who was supposed to join us couldn't make it because of the bad roads, but it was stlil a great Christmas Eve!
We put cookies out for Santa and as I tucked the kids in bed I tried to get them to focus on the real meaning of Christmas, not Santa and the gifts they couldn't wait to open. Amber still insisted she had a question before we said prayers. I was getting a little impatient as she asked if I ate the cookies, if Dad ate them or did Santa really eat them. I tried yet again to get her back on track telling her that we were not going to talk about any of that but focus on the real meaning of Christmas, that Christ gave us the best gift of all, His Son, and salvation . . . and as I was talking I could hear a little commotion going on downstairs so I caved in and said "and as for your question about who really eats the cookies I would have to say the answer would be Shelby because I hear Daddy yelling at her right now so I think we should get back to saying our prayers and we can add a prayer for Shelby too because from what I can hear Daddy just caught her sneaking the cookies we left for Santa." At that she tried to jump out of bed so she could put out more cookies but I told her I would take care of it and got her to stay put.
We put cookies out for Santa and as I tucked the kids in bed I tried to get them to focus on the real meaning of Christmas, not Santa and the gifts they couldn't wait to open. Amber still insisted she had a question before we said prayers. I was getting a little impatient as she asked if I ate the cookies, if Dad ate them or did Santa really eat them. I tried yet again to get her back on track telling her that we were not going to talk about any of that but focus on the real meaning of Christmas, that Christ gave us the best gift of all, His Son, and salvation . . . and as I was talking I could hear a little commotion going on downstairs so I caved in and said "and as for your question about who really eats the cookies I would have to say the answer would be Shelby because I hear Daddy yelling at her right now so I think we should get back to saying our prayers and we can add a prayer for Shelby too because from what I can hear Daddy just caught her sneaking the cookies we left for Santa." At that she tried to jump out of bed so she could put out more cookies but I told her I would take care of it and got her to stay put.
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