The holdays are somewhat humerous. Christmas is a mere 4 months away and you know what that means, slick roads and fender benders. I, personally, refuse to drive when it gets below 40 degrees. I have no real good reason for this except that it is cold. This pretty much takes out the holiday season for me because we live in Eastern WA state where it likes to stay in the teens and 20’s much of the time.

Christmas gift shopping consists of eBay searches and web surfing, then one or two hours at our local shopping mall – this is, in fact, the only time during the year we take the entire family to the mall together. Splitting up kids and setting watches is followed by mad dashes, hiding behind store shelves when we accidentally meet up in the same store, and then waiting and waiting because, inevitably, either my husband or my watch breaks every time. Or is it that we forget to look at our watch?

Anyway, this one day drives me crazy. After about two sips of water and 10 emergency visits to the bathroom (ya’ll with kids know what I am talking about)we finally get pointed towards the exit, hide all the gifts from eachother in the back of our subdivision (suburban), pile the kids into the car and buckle smelly carseats, we finally arrive home. Then there are hours of gift wrapping, which results in the ugliest wrapped gifts I have ever encountered. Always having a baby in the house has taught me that pretty ribbons and bows are to be worn by children and pets, not packages. This doesn’t really matter anyway because under our tree gets so full that you cannot see where one gift ends and the other begins.

I say HOGWASH to Chrismas this way! There will be absolutely no more of this crazy nonsense for our family. We always end up over spending, racking up credit cards, and purchasing things that, honestly, have absolutely no use or meaning outside the few weeks that surround Christmas ~ and assist in taking away from the true meaning of the day.
After a very short 9 word suggestion from me, Ryan excitedly agreed that this year would be different. There will be no presents except for maybe a pajama outfit and the annual Christmas ornament each of the children receive to save for their own trees when they are married with families. This year we will start our own very special tradition. We are leaving town for a week and going to a nice cabin in the middle of nowhere with a few sleds and snowmobiles ~ and our beloved kids.
Expecting sighs of disgust from our grief stricken children, we were pleasantly surprised to be met with shreaks of joy and excitement.

So, our Christmas will be real this year. Real family, real good food, and real meaning. Christ is our savior and celebrating him should be our focus everyday ~ allowing Christmas to get in the way of that is just unexceptable!

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