The Lord your God is with you.
He is mighty enough to save you.
He will take great delight in you.
The quietness of his love will calm you down.
He will sing with joy because of you.
My family is weird.
We have more desserts than people in the house right now. (Two shoo fly pies, one pan of brownies, one chocolate cake, and a rustic apple tart…and we would have made cranberry bread if I hadn’t left the recipe in Rochester. Meaning the ratio is two desserts per person. I call the pies.)
Our tree is BRIGHT RED. No really, it’s like Rudolph’s nose. If you squint from wherever you are you can probably see it.
We don’t leave the house on Christmas. If you hadn’t noticed from our similarly antisocial Thanksgiving celebration, we don’t get out much.
Speaking of, this year we’re repeating Thanksgiving for Christmas dinner this year because it was just so darn good the first time around. The turkey is brining as we speak.
And this year is happier than most because we can watch a lot of football. A LOT of football. Which means we can watch a lot less Lifetime Christmas movie marathons. (And all of God’s people said, Amen.)
I’ve never known anything but our off-kilter Christmas traditions. But really, is any family on-kilter? I think to qualify as a tried-and-true family you have to be at least a little abnormal.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Merry Christmas Eve, friends! Hope you are spending it with the ones you love in whichever fashion fits you best.