Whitish Christmas -- Wonderful Grandkids!

It wasn't exactly what I was dreaming about, but our Christmas was certainly white -- with some snow, but more with sleet and hail. We opened gifts with the whitish/slushy stuff streaming down outside the living room windows, the kids anxious to finish so they could go outside and enjoying the best toy they received for Christmas -- from God working in our favor through the natural operations in this particular little corner of His universe. The grandchildren had fun slipping and sliding on the deck. No snowmen or snow angels, but sleet snowballs were fun, first for throwing but then for bringing into the house and setting on the woodstove and watching them sizzle almost instantly into nothingness. What a good lesson in the water cycle, not to mention a clear warning to keep hands and fingers clear of the scorching surface. I don't know if the amount of heat produced by the stove during that half hour was offset by the amount lost by the front door standing agape while my little workers trudged back and forth with their precious little snow cargoes, but what a joy it is for us adults to see the world anew through the eyes of those seeing it for the first time. That's what it means to be a kid again. That's what it means to be a grandpa and grandma. How blessed we are to be grandparents times eleven!

Wishing you and yours a Merry Day After Christmas (Hey, should Christmas EVER be over? Answer: as far as tinsel and trimmings and shopping and sometimes extravagant spending and being spent...YES. But as far as remembering "Who's this party's for...it's Mary and Joseph's Boy" (lyrics of Alabama's Christmas song by that title)...NO. But the only way to keep Christmas in our hearts is for Jesus to be there, firmly entrenched and in charge, because He's been clearly invited. Remember His words, "Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears my voice and bids Me enter, I will come in and dine with him, and he with Me" (Revelation 3:20).