I love, love, love the Christmas season. I've always loved it. When I was little I was just mesmerized by the Christmas lights and how Santa somehow snuck into our house on Christmas Eve and put our presents under the tree. I remember going to a Christmas service at the church my dad was a part of. The wonder of us all coming together to celebrate God given us his only son.
Now that I have children of my own I want them to also feel the wonder and amazement of the Christmas season. I don't want them to grow up to only remember the presents that Santa brought them. I hope that they remember the warm feeling they get when we pick out gifts to give to our loved ones. The sense of joy as we bake cookies to give to our neighbors. But most importantly I want them to remember why we celebrate Christmas. We are celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ, God's only son. Who came so that we could be forgiven.
Today we picked out our Christmas tree. We bundled the girls up and loaded them into the car. As we were driving to tree farm Scott and I were discussing some of the Christmas plans. When we got to the farm we began our search for the perfect tree for our living room. Kennedy would of been content with a short little tree, in fact, it's really what she wanted. It didn't take us long to find the tree for this year. We cut it down, dragged it to the car, actually Scott dragged it to the car. Scott strapped it to our little red Alero and we drove home. I dug out our decorations for the tree and we began to turn the pine tree into our 2010 Christmas tree. I love decorating the tree. Reliving the memories and significance of each ornament is one of my favorite parts. Tonight after the girls go to bed Scott and I are going to sit back, enjoy a nice drink and just be together. Here's to a great Holiday season.
Until next time ~
