Since Christmas landed on a Sunday this year, we didn't sleep in too late that morning.
But who am I kidding? The kids wouldn't have wanted us to sleep in too late anyway. ;-)
The first gift to be opened was the one Jeff gave me: the Bible I had asked for. After he gave it to me, he immediately took it away again! The nerve! ;-) But it was so he could read the Christmas story from it before we proceeded with the rest of the gifts. I was happy that the first words read from my new Bible told the story of the most meaningful birth that ever occurred!
He was thrilled, I'm sure. ;-)
the ornament from Ryan and Sarah. It was right after this that I started crying. ;-)
After that, we came home to get ready for an afternoon of feasting and fellowship. Of course, my mother was here, and also our good friend Doris who lives at Bridgewater Home, too.
I hope He would know that all that we do--all the warmth and coziness, all the joy and laughter, all the gifts and kind words, all the love we share--is because of Him and from Him. Without Christ, Christmas is just an empty day. With Him, it is exceedingly abundantly FULL.