Christmas Time

Tonight while listening to Christmas music on the radio, the host on the station challenged everyone to live and see things as a child would. I thought about this for a minute and thought of my two beautiful kids, and how I need to do a better job of seeing things how they would. Kids are so full of life, happy, forgiving, and never take anything too serious. They love the simple things in life, and all that matters to them is attention, being loved, being outside, and having fun. I love this time of year and now that I have kids Christmas, and the birth of our Savior means even more to me. Growing up my mom always made sure we did something for someone else at Christmas time. Every year we went to the nursing home and performed for the little old people. I still laugh at the thought of my brother playing the guitar, the rest of us singing and doing our cheesy dance moves, and my mom leading us. I also remember one Christmas when my mom had us go sing to this cute old man George. He was a widow and it meant so much to him that we would come and visit him for Christmas. Even though at the time my siblings and I probably grumbled, I am grateful that my mom had us do these acts of service at Christmas time. I hope I can teach my children the true meaning of Christmas, and bring the spirit of this special season into my home. Tonight Lexi opened her present from her grandma Kate. She got some ballerina scrubs and a pull along suitcase. She was so excited and told Cody she was packing her suitcase to go see Jesus. She said "I'm taking the airplane, and when I get off I'm going to give Jesus a big hug." She is very intrigued with the Nativity story this year, and still talks about the Nativity show we saw while in St. George.