Christmas morning is usually full of wide-eyed kids rushing downstairs to see what goodies Santa has left for them. After an hour or so of opening gifts, the only thing left is the wrapping paper carnage on the floor. After days of "family time," everyone rejoices in the chance to go their separate ways under the guise of playing with their new toys and gadgets. So, Christmas is over. Rinse and repeat for next year.
For me, however, this year the Millers have managed to accomplish the true Christmas season. Due to the resident hierarchy of UMC, my sister started a 24-hour shift at 7am Christmas morning. So, the Millers took it into our own hands to re-schedule Christmas to the 26th. In the long run, we didn't think the 7lb 8oz little baby Jesus would mind...
It began with a Candlelight Christmas Eve service that had my heart uplifted with the joy of Christmas. I was ready for the Christmas to finally arrive.
Christmas morning was not traditional. I woke up in my house, with the head of a Great Dane crushing the air out of my lungs. After a leisurely morning of playing "how much energy does this dog have" with Lanie, I loaded up to head to Tylertown for extended family Christmas. It was a quick visit, but it was full of the spirit of Christmas.
But, the moral of the story is, last night when most people around the world are finally exhaling that Christmas is over, I was just getting amped up. I had the grand finale, the Miller Christmas Extravaganza to look forward to!! So, today, is my Christmas! Today I spend the day with my family, prepared with a backseat full of gifts and an arsenal of witty comebacks if my dysfunctional love life becomes topic of conversation.
Merry Christmas... Again!!
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