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Our Snowy Christmas

Warning: Photo Overload

Squirt was up way too early Christmas morning. We told him to go back to bed though. We finally got up around 7 I believe. Gift unwrapping went quickly as always. Here he is with his stack of gifts.

The hubby is such a gift wrapping pro is he not? 🙂

The weather forecasters were prediciting snow for northeastern counties in Alabama. Of course right where we were headed. But before we get to all the snow photos a bit more unwrapping of gifts. And of course my mother’s sausage balls. I should have brought some home with me. Probably best I didn’t though.

Before the day was over we hiked up to the top of the mountain (don’t get excited it’s just a little mountain) in the snow to try and get some photos. Of course I had to get photos of Squirt in a snowball fight.


My sister didn’t come prepared for snow so she had to borrow one of our dad’s coveralls and boots. She was quite proud of her outfit.





The day after Christmas hubby and I headed back home. The drive home was fine and the county road crews were on top of things and had the roads sanded in the worriesome parts. The snow covered landscape was beautiful to see, but by the time we made it about 40 minutes from home there was barely a dusting and none here at home, but I managed to get a few of the snow on the drive home.

The Laughter of Friends

We feel carefully of the gifts left unopened. Deciding whether to steal the gift  unwrapped by a friend or chance the remaining treasures. Contemplation amidst the laughter of friends. Sharing memories of Christmas parties past playing our annual game.

My friends, some close and others not as much, but all unafraid to be real, to be genuine with each other. Despite the situations, frustrations and heartaches many have faced the past year they are able to find laughter.

It’s their laughter that inspires me. Within their laughter I hear hope.

In their laughter I find Jesus.

The first Christmas brought us hope.

In the same region there were some shepherds staying out in the fields and keeping watch over their flock by night. And an angel of the Lord stood before them and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terribly frightened. But the angel of the Lord said to them, “Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of great joy which will be for all the people; for today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.” Luke 2:8-11 (NAS)

Among the ploys to buy the latest and supposedly greatest hope is easily lost.  Instead of gratitude for the blessings God gives us we can easily center our thoughts on what we don’t have or what we have lost. But the hope that the angels brought to the shepherds can still be found.

Now after Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, magi from the east arrived, saying, “Where is He who has born King of the Jews? For we saw his star in the east and have come to worship Him.” – Matthew 2:1-2 (NAS)

The Magi had to seek Jesus.

We have to seek if we want to find our hope.

But if we do, if we look, we will find it.

In the laughter of friends. It was there.

The hope of grace. The hope of love.

The hope of Christmas.


(Self portrait 2009)

It is December 4 as I sit looking around our home. No sign of Christmas is to be found yet. No decorations grace the mantle. No tree with twinkling lights. I have yet to pull out the boxes of decorations filled with Santas and ornaments and other holiday items.

Why I’m not rushing to bring in the Christmas season I don’t quite know. Well maybe I do. Maybe it’s the busy-ness that the season seems to bring with it that I’d rather not rush.

I guess you can say my hope for this Christmas is simplicity.

Maybe it’s clichĂ©. I hear many friends saying they want to simplify and no doubt simplicity is a buzz word among the online world.

I have said for many years I wanted things to slow down during the Christmas season. The stress of the parties and gift buying and everything that goes along with the holidays steal my focus. This year the need to simplify the craziness of the season has felt necessary though.

So my hope for this Christmas is simplicity. To find joy in the simple. The spark in my son’s eyes at the Christmas lights around town. The music that reaches my soul with the season’s meanings. To remember the simplicity of how God chose to reveal his grace to us: with a babe in a manger.

What is your hope for Christmas?