A Celebration

In eight months my boys will celebrate their first Christmas. I'm excited to teach the boys the meaning of Christmas but let’s face it they will not really understand for at least another year or two. Don't get me wrong, I will share with them the meaning and give the Lord his glory everyday.

I have always wanted to start some family traditions and now is my time. Thanksgiving has always been my holiday. I cook and invite all the family down to the house. I love to have family around and enjoy the reminiscing, great food and listening to the perfect songs on the radio. Sometimes a line dance or two will break out but the night will always end with a game of Pitty Pat.

The alcohol will be flowing and obnounced to me my favorite Aunt have already downed and entire bottle. I see it now; I will enjoy my first holiday with my boys. Enjoy it so much I'm getting into the Christmas spirit early.


Just about a year ago I never wanted to put up another Tree or decorate my house for the holidays. Just didn't feel right. Too many issues and no one real reason to celebrate alone. Celebrating alone leads to empty bottles of good wine and a drunken homeowner. But now I have children to decorate for and put up a tree for.

Guess who has started Christmas shopping already... ME ME ME ME.