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Well, almost. ๐Ÿ˜‰

It’s nearly midnight on Christmas Eve, and I’m tired. But I’m happy and contented–and there’s so much rattling around in my noggin that the headache that is trying to bug me isn’t even that bad.

More than anything, I wanted to wish others a merry Christmas and that they would know the joy that a Baby’s birth more than 2000 years ago can bring.

We spent today west of Dexter–we drove to church and then on to my aunt’s home (between Battle Creek and Kalamazoo). It was the first family Christmas I’d had in more than 12 years; we used to have traditions on Christmas Eve for the families to get together and laugh (playing ‘galump!’), eat (Grandpa’s oyster stew was tradition), and unwrap a few small gifts. So we didn’t play ‘galump!’, but we did have traditional food and a lot of laughter. And the kids unwrapped a few gifts as well. :) I made my mom’s cheesecake (modified a bit, thanks to Alton Brown) and Carla made my mom’s au gratin potatoes. Carla definitely got the short end of the stick, as I despise peeling and cutting potatoes, and that dish is wicked hard to prepare and takes ridiculously long to bake. The cheesecake wasn’t nearly that hard. :) :::dodging bullet:::

The true bummer of the day was Brendan getting sick. :( My poor little boogie was off his game today, but we attributed it to the mass of bodies (19 in all) and being in a warm house during a time of transition. Nope. He got Joe’s little stomach bug and proceeded to barf on the floor of my aunt’s covered patio. ๐Ÿ˜ฅ Poor little guy felt bad, but then it broke my heart when he apologized and told me he didn’t mean to throw up. ๐Ÿ˜ฅ ๐Ÿ˜ฅ ๐Ÿ˜ฅ Nobody ‘means to’ barf…it just happens. Which is what I told him. So we changed him in to clothes for Carla’s oldest (the only other boy who wasn’t younger than Brendan), rolled things up and cinched them up as much as possible, and tucked him in the car with towels and an old paint bucket in case he should throw up on the way home. Gratefully, he didn’t–he slept almost the whole way back. And he kept a little bit of Vernor’s on his tummy that whole time, although I don’t think I’ve ever driven back so quickly and kept one constant eye on the rearview mirror quite so much. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

When we drove back in to Dexter, the streets of the Village were lined with white luminaries–every business and home in the Village had them out and lit. It was truly beautiful–as if the small town was celebrating the Holiday in one voice. What an amazing show and how gorgeous it was.

So on that note, I’m headed to bed. The kielbasa I had for dinner is coming back for a repeat performance, and while it was good the first time, the second time isn’t quite so enjoyable. ๐Ÿ˜› So it’s a Tums for me and sliding between the sheets.

No matter what Christmas Day brings, I hope you have joy. For truly, that Little Baby changed the world, and joy is one of the lasting gifts He gives us.

Merry Christmas!.

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  • Danielle

    Merry Christmas to all of you!!! Sorry to hear that Brendan got sick. :-( Is he ok today?