Howdy,
Oh, man, Christmas is getting close. I can feel it.
I’m actually getting excited just typing this. Sheepishly so, but still. And I’m going to let it fly. (I’ve posted before about a gift Sarah and I are itching to give to the boys, and now, since it’s stored at their Mariposa home, I think my parents seem about as excited as we are to see the boys open and use it.)
I’m also just kind of pumped because we’ve got lots of fun to come and it kicks of today and into a nonstop stream of holiday: a birthday celebration this evening, fudge making & cinder drinking, our Hawes Fam5 gifts and sleeping under the living room Christmas tree tomorrow (before things really rev up on the Eve, the Day, and the week following for more time visiting family), the privilege to host local refugee families on a tour of the lights and seasonal creativity charming Christmas Tree Lane, holiday feasts, church services, and good ol’ diving into the wrapped presents under the tree, ahem, to Santa Claus to the kids of course. Ho Ho Ho!
Ho Ho— oh, is that for me?
Maybe I’m a kid, maybe I’m a dad with kids. Maybe I’m both when it comes to this. It’s Christmas!
And it’s getting close.
It’s, even, already here. He’s come. Baby Jesus. Bible’s Jesus. Christ to come back.
Oh, man, it’s getting close, Christmas. And some approaching day, Christ.
Happy shopping, wrapping, family time, and worshiping Him who came and is to come. The greatest Gift and Gift-Giver.
Merry Christmas!
I feel almost crazy as George Bailey back to town, but what the heck, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
—Billy
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