Christmas Eve melted into morning while we were baking Spritz cookies.
I was jolted from sleep at six by a cotton ball drenched in peppermint oil wafted under my nose, the dastardly ruse of a little sister to get everyone out of bed. Laughing, yelling, shaking with cold, Ellen and I rushed to the trailer where a warm fire was already going, the overnight omelette (Tradition) was steaming, and pineapple juice was heating on the stove.
My brother just moved in to a house in town to be near his new job, and I miss him so much. He drove down mid morning to be a part of the fun.
Each brown paper package was torn open, the little something inside each one simple but full of love. I got a beautiful pencil sketch of my tent and an accordion-style paperdoll family, and my absolute favorite; Walker's Shortbread and a packet of pistachios from my bro.
Then we gathered gingerbread and coats, rounded everyone up, and headed down to spend the rest of the day with some dear friends.
December is nearly over. A new year is just around the bend... uncertainty, worry, fear of change may threaten to steal our joy, but through it all, just remember;
Thanks be unto God for His unspeakable gift!
- 2 Chor. 9:15