I know I did.
I have spent the last three days nursing a sick child, packing for our first Christmas celebration this weekend, planning meals for our second one, wrapping gifts, planning a school party for Friday, etc. etc. And I have grumbled and complained and snapped and been about as pleasant as old Ebeneezer himself.
But after a particularly irritable outing the other day, I sent Joseph into the living room to play while I unloaded the fruits of my latest plundering...er, shopping. Unbeknownst to me, he was playing with the little ceramic figures of our nativity scene, and when I joined him in the living room, this is what I saw:
All the figures quietly circled around the baby Jesus, at my little son's suggestion.
I needed that.
I have spent the last three days nursing a sick child, packing for our first Christmas celebration this weekend, planning meals for our second one, wrapping gifts, planning a school party for Friday, etc. etc. And I have grumbled and complained and snapped and been about as pleasant as old Ebeneezer himself.
But after a particularly irritable outing the other day, I sent Joseph into the living room to play while I unloaded the fruits of my latest plundering...er, shopping. Unbeknownst to me, he was playing with the little ceramic figures of our nativity scene, and when I joined him in the living room, this is what I saw:
All the figures quietly circled around the baby Jesus, at my little son's suggestion.
I needed that.
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