Sunday, December 7, 2008
The Christmas tree has been purchased and patiently waits outside in a bucket filled with water for the "thumbs up" to enter our home.
The children wait in anticipation to haphazardly place decorations on the tree and around the house.
My feelings waver. Mostly I am stressed by the feeling of getting everything done, in addition to the normal routine called life of a wife and mother.
Will I choose to celebrate the birthday of someone who is rarely mentioned at Christmas, or feel consumed and sullen, amidst this glorious day - the birth of our Savior?
This is a choice. This is my choice.