This year has brought so many wonderful opportunities to collaborate with other writers. In particular, I am thrilled to be part of a contributor blog called The Glorious Table. Each of the contributing writers has blessed me with their insight, wisdom, honesty and humor. I hope you will check it out!
Here is my Advent post featured today on The Glorious Table…
When my girls were growing up, we told them their six-foot-three father was a Christmas elf who had grown too big to live with the other elves at the North Pole. This identity was our playful explanation for their often serious daddy turning into a Christmas carol-singing, storytelling, decorating freak from Thanksgiving to New Year’s Day each year. As they grew older, they were trained as assistants in the transformation process by which our home became a magical, sparkling Christmas wonderland. At our house, there is no such thing as too many lights!
In addition to elaborate Christmas decorating, beginning shortly after the football game ended on Thanksgiving, the girls were also very serious about their Christmas Eve traditions. We always attended a Christmas Eve worship service, which sometimes included the girls portraying Sheep #3 or Angel# 2 in the annual Christmas pageant. Christmas Eve also included the opening of one present each, traditionally Christmas pajamas which they would put on as soon as they tore through the carefully wrapped packages.
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