Here’s to a realistic Christmas where:
-There are more ornaments on the floor than on the tree.
-I will wear the same maternity jeans every day.
-The boys whisper in their room til I nearly lose my mind.
-Our presents are covered in gift tags I cut out from wrapping paper.
-We cook store bought cookies instead of homemade.
-Esther eats at least 2 lollipops a day while I’m helping one of the boys.
-Jeremy comes home pooped from Christmas at DPAC.
-Our family rocks Christmas the best way we know how.
It won’t be perfect. But it can be beautiful.
Bethlehem was no fairytale. Mary had her first baby in a stable. There were animals. And poop. And no epidurals.
Christmas doesn’t have to be perfect to be special. That’s not how it started.
So let’s take what comes. Embrace the life season that we’re in. And rejoice with the imperfect. The Perfect One has come!
“And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.” (John 1:14)