this christmas

happy.happy.

It started out as flour. molasses. 

cinnamon, and ginger.

It was rolled and shaped and baked.

pieces. of a house.

It's walls went up--a bit crooked.

Its roof was placed on top--leaning just a little to the right.

Icing was dripped, candy was dropped.

A little bit funny, a lot imperfect, but a happy, happy house.

Made with all of the best intentions,

and a whole lot of sugar.

Is it perfect? Contest worthy?

Oh golly no.

But it wasn't about the end result.....it was about the fun that was had building it, together.

It reminded me of our own little house.

Wood. Shingles. Bricks. Bricks. Bricks.

Old. Small. Drafty. 

brrrr.

A little bit funny, many imperfections, a bathroom light switch in the hall.....

but--

Happy.

Is it perfect?

HA!

oh no.

But that's not what matters....is it?

It isn't about what it looks like, or the contents inside.....but the memories that are made within it's walls.

Our Christmas is simple.

It is small.

A silly little family. In a silly little house.

It may not look like much from the outside, but,

that's not what matters, is it?

Let us all remember that Christmas isn't about extravagance and perfection.

It isn't about how big the gift, or how perfect the bow that tops it.

On the first Christmas, our Savoir was born in the simplest of circumstances.  

Let us remember that HE is the reason for Christmas.

"For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord."

-Luke 2:11
painting by Carl Bloch

From our home, to yours,

Merry Merry Christmas.