The gifts have been opened with as much noise and chaos that one would imagine takes place in a family of seven. I did no laundry all day– the true sign of a holiday– and I even spent an hour jamming on the Rockband drums back in the boys’ bedroom. The ham and the Christmas pie were enjoyed with a guest at our table who had nowhere to spend Christmas this year. The Nativity dvd was viewed and the messiness of Jesus’ birth was pondered. The good china has been handwashed, dried and put back into the cabinet. And now the house is quiet. A good day. Merry Christmas.
Infant holy, infant lowly
For His bed a cattle stall
Oxen lowing, little knowing
Christ the babe was Lord of all
I, too, am basking in the glow of gathered family. Hey, all my guys are home!