Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Christmas Day, 2015

When the Christmas Eve post ended, Micah and Jonah were snuggled together in Micah's bed.  They were sleeping but not soundly.  Micah had coughed so much that we knew he was not resting at all.  Dan went in to give Micah a breathing treatment and that woke Jonah.  And by woke, I mean WOKE!  Dude was wide awake and ready for the day.  It was 1:00 a.m.  That was not a good time to start the day!  We encouraged him to go to his room to get some sleep.  They called for us around 7:30.  We found them waiting in the hallway.  They were super excited.  



They rushed over to see the 3 things Santa brought them and to check out their stockings.  














After looking at Santa stuff, we let them open a gift from us.  Their most requested gift came from us this year.  It was fun to see their faces as they opened the things they had talked all season about.  











Ms. Louise came over early bearing gifts and Munchkins from Dunkin Donuts.  The boys were happy to show her what they had gotten and to see what she got them.  

Micah walked into the kitchen and was shocked to find a note written to him from Phibby, our elf.  He had already left a note for the boys together but this one was extra.  And, it was attached to a bag.  

The bag had some toys in it that had been taken away by us.  Micah was not taking care of his toys and after many warnings, it was a VERY bad day when we took them to throw them away.  Bad doesn't describe it, y'all.  But, Phibby saw all of that and rescued the toys then left a note reminding Micah of why it is important to take care of the things you have and even told him about some elf friends of his who visit homes where there are NO toys.  

My favorite Christmas Decoration again this year was our tree with all of our previous Christmas cards on it.  It has every card we have sent since the year Jonah was born.  It's fun to reminisce.  

The kids spent the next couple of hours playing the toys they had opened and playing with each other.  We had to break up numerous fights and Micah was punished repeatedly.  It was a bad day.  We should have clued into the fact that this was not typical behavior but we didn't.  We kept punishing him.  He kept getting meaner and madder.  It was bad.  


They went outside for a while to fly their new toys.  I heard Micah screaming from inside.  I'm telling you, he was off.  I had never seen him act the way he did on Christmas Day.  


We came inside and they gave us their gifts.  We had a few sweet moments but then Micah was back to his antics from earlier in the day.  









They exchanged their gifts to each other from each other.  












While they played, I got lunch ready for our guests that would be arriving soon.  



Micah refused to eat one thing we had prepared so he got a lovely lunch of PBJ, goldfish and yogurt.  

Then, right in the middle of the meal, he started throwing up.  He was burning up with fever and couldn't keep food down.  Then I felt really guilty for all the punishment he had received that day.  He was sick...really sick!  He tried to perk up to spend time with our guests but he just couldn't.  
They all said their goodbyes and headed out and we got him medicated and settled in to rest for the day.  

Seeing these next pictures just make me feel even worse.  I can tell how sick he was.  He fell asleep on Dan on the couch (which never happens!!!) at 5:00 p.m.  


His little face was red and he was burning up with 102.5 fever.  He slept a solid 14 hours once we put him to bed.  
As I sat in the chair that night looking around at the Christmas decor and toys on the floor, I was a little blue.  It had not been a very magical day.  It had not been the fun and excitement I had hoped for.  And, I felt a lot of guilt over how sick he was and rather than recognizing that, we just kept sending him to his room and taking things away.  
But, as I think about it, that first Christmas when Jesus came into the world was very magical either.  They were stuck in a smelly stable with animals and probably a lot of gross-ness.  If Mary envisioned bringing the King of the World into our world, I'm sure that wasn't what she had in mind.  But, isn't that how Jesus works?  He shows up in our mess.  He shows up not as a conquering King but as an approachable infant.  It wasn't perfect.  But, that mess ushered Jesus into our world.  So, in my mess and disappointment, I'm grateful for Emmanuel...God WITH us!  The celebration doesn't matter.  The gifts do not matter.  The people present do not matter.  HE matters.  HE is with us.  Not just on Christmas, but today...5 days later when we have been cooped up in the house with a sick kid.  5 days later when the whining has been incessant.  5 days later when trips were canceled, plans didn't happen and I didn't get to buy any clearance Christmas decorations...HE IS WITH US!

That's really what Christmas is about.

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