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One week before Christmas!

...and my son is outside playing t-ball in a t-shirt and shorts! The temperature is 69 and rising at 11:35 am. Can you believe it!! One week before CHRISTMAS!!

And I still have stockings to sew, things to buy to fill those stockings; fudge and rice krispy treats, and cookies, and peanut brittle to make; gifts to wrap, cards to send; picture frames to buy, Christmas ornaments to make, a *few more gifts to buy, a few to return as well, some that need to be sent to my moms; a house to clean, laundry to do, and the list goes on and on and on!!

I KNOW I'm not the only one thinking these same things! :)

AND I've got to make sure that my children learn the true meaning of Christmas. They can tell me that it's Jesus' birthday, and that Santa Claus brings us gifts--but I hope that they will feel that magic. And learn the joy of giving to others. And understand just how special Christmas is.

My goal for Christmas is not to get caught in all the hustle and bustle. To read the Christmas Story of how our Savior was born, to tell the Legend of the Candy Cane, to read The Night Before Christmas, and talk about how Christmas was when Davey and I were kids.To teach my children to be thankful and to love to give. To make memories that they'll talk about when they're my age. :) And I wish the same to you, my friends and family.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

Currently listening:I Want a Hippopotamus for ChristmasBy Christmas Is For KidsRelease date: 08 October, 2002

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