Okay so maybe I’m getting ahead of myself.
I know, I know, it’s not even Thanksgiving, not even All Hallow’s Eve. But good grief. I can’t help it. I love Advent. I love Christmas. It’s getting cold here anyway now so it only feels right. And I didn’t even pick the movie out–Daddy did. Before he left for adult Confirmation class he set it up as I settled in for a longer evening alone with the kids.
On nights like these–I’m finally making peace with it–I must lower my standards. Not that I still had any at this point. It no longer feels like full-fledged survival mode as it’s been in the past when we had infants. But these evenings still feel like a haphazard and halfhearted charade on my part. I simply run out of steam about two hours too early.
So we all watched A Charlie Brown Christmas together. I engaged the evening, entered into their little world, and gave the classic commentary my own Daddy used to recite for us kids. I fell in love with Linus, that adorable little Christmas tree, Hark the Herald Angels Sing, and the King James Bible all over again. That’s it, where’s the Rudolph DVD?
Next stop–the Island of Misfit Toys.