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Our Cozey Christmas

In less than two hours, I, your fearless Bumble will commence Operation “Holiday Rush”, where would-be gift snatchers, and snarling bargain hunters will collide in sheer desperation for that one, last, thing!

Alright, so I made that sound epic-er than it really is. I mean, I’m just going to work is all lol.

I hope and wish for the very best in joyful triumphant-ness in the upcoming hours. Here’s a story I read years ago when the kids were little dinky dudes and I hope you have as much fun reading it much as I did living it lol.

Merry Christmas to you and yours ♥

Gold, common sense and fur: A Christmas Story

My husband and I had been happily (most of the time) married for five years, but hadn’t been able to have children. I was doing some serious praying about it and promised God that if He would give us a child, I would be a perfect mother, love it with all my heart, and raise it with his word as my guide. Soon after, we were blessed with a son. The next year we were blessed with another son. The following year, yet another son. The year after that we were blessed with a daughter.

My husband thought we’d been blessed right into poverty. We now had four children, and the oldest was only four years old. I learned never to ask God for anything unless I meant it. As a minister once told me, “If you pray for rain, make sure you carry an umbrella.”

I began reading a few verses of the Bible to the children each day as they lay in their cribs. I was off to a good start. God had entrusted me with four children and I didn’t want to disappoint Him.

I tried to be patient the day the children smashed two dozen eggs on the kitchen floor searching for baby chicks. I tried to be understanding when they started a hotel for homeless frogs in the spare bedroom, although it took me nearly two hours to catch all 23 frogs.

When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself and rolled up in a blanket to see how it felt to be a hot dog, I tried to see the humor rather than the mess.
In spite of changing over 25,000 diapers, never eating a hot meal, and never sleeping for more than 30 minutes at a time, I still thank God daily for my children.

While I couldn’t keep my promise to be a perfect mother — I didn’t even come close — I did keep my promise to raise them in the word of God. Though I knew I was missing the mark just a little when I told my daughter we were going to church to worship God, and she wanted to bring a bar of soap along to “wash up” Jesus, too.

Something was lost in the translation when I explained that God gave us everlasting life, and my son thought it was generous of God to give us his “last wife.”

My proudest moment came during the children’s Christmas pageant. My daughter was playing Mary, two of my sons were shepherds, and my youngest son was a wise man. This was their moment to shine. My 5-year-old shepherd had practiced his line, “We found the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes,” but he was nervous and said, “The baby was wrapped in wrinkled clothes.”

My 4-year-old “Mary” said, “That’s not ‘wrinkled clothes,’ silly. That’s dirty, rotten clothes.” A wrestling match broke out between Mary and the shepherd and was stopped by an angel, who bent her halo and lost her left wing.

I slouched a little lower in my seat when Mary dropped the doll representing Baby Jesus, and it bounced down the aisle crying, “Mama, Mama.” Mary grabbed the doll, wrapped it back up, and held it tightly as the wise men arrived. My other son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown, knelt at the manger, and announced, “We are the three wise men, and we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense, and fur.”

The congregation dissolved into laughter, and the pageant got a standing ovation. “I’ve never enjoyed a Christmas program as much as this one,” the pastor laughed, wiping tears from his eyes. “For the rest of my life, I’ll never hear the Christmas story without thinking of gold, common sense, and fur.”

“My children are my pride and my joy and my greatest blessing,” I said as I dug through my purse for an aspirin. CD (Taken from Chicken Soup for the Soul; Christian Kids)

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