“The holiday season is a time for storytelling, and whether you are hearing the story of a candelabra staying lit for more than one week, or a baby born in a barn without proper medical supervision, these stories often feature miracles. Miracles are like pimples, because once you start looking for them you find more than you ever dreamed of finding, and this holiday story features any number of miracles…”
-p1 The Lump of Coal, Lemony Snicket
This Christmas will go down as the one where Ben was attacked by a monkey on Christmas Eve, prompting a holiday visit to Care Now (we’ve had a number of those through the years). Yep, that’s right, a monkey bit him. The neighbors have a pet monkey, and he is evidently not too fond of Ben. So there’s that. It will also be remembered as the year wherein Meghan, Jay and I never made it out of our pajamas.
I know it’s Christmas, and I should have some thoughts about Jesus and what it means that He was born and lived and died and rose and lives. And I have lots of thoughts about that. Some of them are beautiful and profound, maybe. But today? Today I have more to say about family and joy and tradition. And those things, they are evidence of grace. So we’ll go with that for this holiday reflection.
For the last eight or nine years, we’ve had a show on Christmas Eve. Everyone participates. We sing songs. We perform skits. Sam shows off his foot. Bridget reads the Grinch. Everyone laughs. It starts our Christmas off on the right foot (after we rush through dinner and the Christmas Eve service at church… said service being preempted by snow this year). As the kids have grown up, the nature of the show has evolved. This year, the show took the shape of being a full-on roast. No family member was safe.
Meghan and I rewrote the Twelve Days of Christmas around the many nuances of our family… a baby brother named Jakey, five i-phones, eight XL pizzas, etc. Everyone sang along. The highlight, though had to be Debo, Zak and Tater’s song, which mocked, oh, everyone…
This year for Christmas skit what we’ve decided to do is make fun of you, and you and you
Bridget is kind of a midget
Erin, please stop wearing stuff from the little girl’s section
Meghan, please, we’re begging, stop bossing us around
Jay… you’re golden
Sam, your nails are too long
Ben, you’re monkey food and have funky toes
Zeke, brace face (clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)
Josh is a bittle lit lisdexic
Jono reads a lot and is a little pale
and Jacob’s hyperactive
Zak to Deborah: Deborah, you’re so tall and pretty
Deborah to Zak: Zak, you’re so cute and witty and
Tater is a little bit shitty
We laughed well into tears.
The snow made everyone sleep over at Mom and Dad’s due to ice on the roads. After all the Christmas morning crazy, we turned on a Harry Potter movie and passed out in the living room.
With all the crazy changes coming up, this Christmas will be memorable because it was full of laughter and life. We played games and made jokes. We ate. We were together. In our crazy super-sized family, a microcosmic Christmas miracle today was everyone together, loving each other and aware we have a good life. That’s our Christmas story for this year. I am thankful.