Christmas is still going strong in our home, as we happily enjoy Frank Sinatra's Jingle Bells and Bing Crosby's White Christmas over the internet through Pandora, and open a present each day from dear friends. No, there's no wanton ripping of gifts on Christmas Day here. Yes, we make the girls write their thank-you notes each day after opening each present. (We keep sane the best way we can.)
Tonight, we'll finally get to roast the chicken-in-brine-that-got-frozen-out-on-the-deck to celebrate Twelfth Night. The girls have started on the annual gingerbread house. As we wait for it to be ready for decorating, they do other decorating: Baby Jesus' crib is done up like a royal throne. With little pompoms, of course.
The roast chicken is almost done. The girls have laid the gold-colored table cloth on the table and brought out the Royal Albert china. Baby Jesus has his scepter and crown. It is time for some merry-making!
Father, you revealed your Son to the nations by the guidance of a star. Lead us to your glory in heaven by the light of faith. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
Merry Christmas to all of you!