But not at Christmas.
Bringing the boxes from storage is like greeting old friends.
Each item holds with it a special memory of Christmas Past and I cannot bear to part with any of it....maybe someday....or maybe not.
Maybe Shannon will continue, year after year, schlepping it down from the attic so I can visit it again.
Or possibly, and more likely, he'll encourage parting with a few things.
Every Advent we depart from the "normal." As our home fills with extra clutter, we each strive to clear away the clutter in our souls. I love watching the kiddos fill the manger for Baby Jesus, each kind deed earning a straw. Why we cannot be as successful at being extra kind to one another the rest of the year, I am not entirely sure. Maybe it's the fear of St. Nick actually not arriving Christmas Eve, but I prefer to believe it's the extra grace that fills each of our souls during this Season.
Have a peace filled third week of Advent.
Cookie dough for breakfast, a kind deed by a generous sibling
It's not always peaceful while Daddy strings lights on the tree.
The kiddos just stay back and wait!
This is an accident waiting to happen ~ thankfully it didn't.
Good night....off to bed before finishing up the last three school days...yeah!!!
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