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... (what) ... we do around Christmas is to have as many of our kids as possible come home. (Except our poor daughter in Maine, she never gets to come, too busy with ice hockey.) I cook up a storm and they eat up a storm.

We have the Christmas story reading out of the Bible usually by my husband, but last year he had our oldest granddaughter read it. Then we open presents and eat some more! The boys talk and eat and watch ball games and I clean up :) Two daughter-in-laws usually go to see their mothers and siblings here in town. My other daughter-in-law helps me in between chasing the two little ones.

Born to be wild

Where do the leaves go,

When the wind blows?

They leave their homes,

Off looking for adventure.

Tumbling to and fro,

Coming together, drifting apart.

Racing down the road,

As fast as they can

Dodging rakes,

Trying to avoid being caught.

Wild and free

Until the wind no longer blows.

And winter's snow

Tucks them in until spring.

by Heather Frazier MacConnell c.1999