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Monday, December 10, 2007

The Little Boy Who Saved Christmas

The Grinch came to our house this year in the form of chicken pox.

Remember the Wonder Twins? They could activate their super powers in different forms. One would be fire and the other water or something like that.

This year the Grinch morphed into the chicken pox and tried to spoil our Christmas.

Saturday was to be the official start of the Smith family's holiday celebrating.

We were going to dress in coordinating Christmas outfits for the first time in years and take a cute little picture before we started our day.

We would then pile into the limo with the rest of The Smith Team and head to Houston.

We would play our fun white elephant gift exchange game on the way while watching Christmas movies and spreading holiday cheer.

We would stop along the way at a fine dining establishment and enjoy ourselves while filling our tummies with some yummy cuisine.

And end our evening in the Heights in downtown Houston for Lights in the Heights. This is a fun night, a tradition for our family. Andrew's brother and sister-in-law live in the Heights. Each year their neighborhood has a fun celebration where the city closes down the streets and every single house decorates the outside of their house.

No grinches here!

Lots have live music and entertainment on their porches and parties and refreshments inside. Serious Christmas cheer.

Just what I have been needing to get into the holiday spirit.

Lights in the Heights along with a couple of Red Bulls could probably get my tree up in no time!

"Many are the plans in a man's heart but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails." Proverbs 19:21

Just like many other carefully laid plans this year's Christmas got off to a different start.

Really, it was okay that Hunter got the chicken pox on Friday because our Christmassy coordinating clothes would have been a little too warm for Saturday night.

Anyway, Saturday afternoon as Andrew was preparing the limo to leave sans us, Hunter comes up to me and whispers in my ear, "Did I ruin Christmas?"

Awww...poor baby!

I tenderly reassure him, "No, Christmas can't be ruined."

He says, "By getting chicken pox?"

I reassure him using even more tenderness, affection and sympathy, "Baby, Christmas is about Jesus. Nobody can ruin that. We'll go see the lights next year."

Words can't really convince a four-year-old of the truth. At times those eyes only see this world's injustices.

We watched Christmas movies, played Go Fish and cuddled lots Saturday night.

But, we didn't really have as much fun as we thought we were going to have in Houston. No lying here. Everyone tried to brave a great attitude. Nobody blamed anyone.

It was just a bummer.

Hunter was sad.

Once more Sunday morning, Super Daddy came to the rescue.

He took Hunter out of the house letting him skip out on quarantine in order to save Christmas!

They went to the Christmas tree lot.

They bought the biggest, prettiest, tallest tree they could find. It's tall, fat, full and flocked. It fills up our window and the star brushes the ceiling.

Little Hunter got to save Christmas by choosing the best Christmas tree ever.

Here he is with his tree.


I was reminded of another Father who used another little boy to be the Savior of the world.

"She will give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins." Matthew 1:21

So this Christmas as you celebrate, remember why that baby boy is so important. Take some time to reflect on the significance of the first Christmas tree.

"He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed." 1 Peter 2:24

1 comment:

Kathryn, Michael & Alex said...

Thank you Jesus that Christmas can't be ruined...that it is done and no matter where our physical bodies are or what shape they are in we praise You!!

It is good to see that big smile on Hunter's face, I am glad he was happy.