The Story of a Snowman, Part Two

*This is part two….if you haven’t read part one yet, you should, in order to enjoy this post to its fullest.*  🙂

Frosty had fallen, face first, into the grass.  I thought it was over for the dear little snowman, but I was wrong.  My husband, knowing my soft heart, had a plan, a wonderful plan.  That evening while I was putting Amy to sleep, he and my two older children moved Frosty.  That’s right, they picked him up, put each part in the wheelbarrow, and put him back together on the sidewalk right outside our kitchen window.  When I came downstairs, there he was, just sitting there looking at me as if to say, “See?  I told you I’d be back again someday!”  🙂  And yes, I was so touched by my husband’s sweetness and effort to make me smile.

Frosty's Back!  Dec. 27, evening

Frosty’s Back! Dec. 27, evening

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Frosty and I, chilling out on Dec. 30, afternoon

Frosty, who was first made on Dec. 26, is still standing this morning, as of 8:10 AM Dec. 31, New Year’s Eve.  He is an amazing snowman, but not as amazing as my husband.  Thanks honey; I love you.  Lisa

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The Story of a Snowman, Part One

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The day after Christmas, it snowed.  A wet, sticky, heavy snow that was just perfect for snowmen and snowballs.  So we made a snowman…a big hearty fellow with a kind face and an orange for a nose.  Being the highly original people that we are, we named him Frosty, and he seemed pleased.   With his jaunty cap and festive scarf, he greeted passers-by on the road for an entire day.  However, sometime on the second day, he fell, face down, as if he was taking a nap.  I felt ridiculously sad about the whole thing, as I had liked this snowman more than a person should, and couldn’t bring myself to go look at him laying there.  (You have to remember, I was the kind of child who cried when my favorite trees were cut down, and my “Chitty-Chitty Putt-Putt” car of my dad’s was sold.)  I thought Frosty’s story was over, but I was very wrong.  I had a wonderful surprise waiting for me that evening.  Please tune into Monday’s installment to read the conclusion of the Snowman’s story.  Slainte, Lisa

A Christmas Donkey

I just read Amy “Saint Francis and the Christmas Donkey” by Robert Byrd.  The delightful story tells how the donkey is unhappy with his braying laugh and long ears, and of course, being able to talk to St. Francis, lets him know of his troubles.  St. Francis tells the wonderful story of how the faithful little donkey once carried Mary and her unborn child Jesus all the way over stony hills and hot desert roads to Bethlehem, and the stout and hearty heart of the donkey did not let her fall.  The book ends with the sweet, tired but fulfilled donkey laying beside the manger with the newborn Christ.  The other donkey, speaking to St. Francis, walks out into the snowy night and is at peace with who God created him to be.

Other than sheep, the farm animal that I love the most is the donkey.  Something about their big heads, long ears, huge eyes, and fuzzy stout body is endearing.  The cross on their backs is super-cool also.  (Symbolic of the donkey carrying Mary and the Christ on his back  🙂  )

Here’s a friendly little fellow we befriended in County Kerry and some other donkey pictures for you to enjoy in this season to celebrate and remember the night that Christ was born.  Slainte, Lisa

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A Story of Love

Our Christmas tree is full of stories, love stories.  As we unpack and hang each ornament, memories flood back with each little bauble.  The M&M guys that Joshua loved as a child, the sparkly snowflakes that Nina made which always lose sparkles each year but still seem to stay nice, the pretty ballerina that Amy looks forward to seeing each year.  I’m sure all of you have your favorite “love story” ornaments…please feel free to share your story.  🙂  Meanwhile, here are some pictures of some of our favorites.  Have fun making memories this weekend.  Slainte, Lisa

"Our First Christmas" - Ed and I bought this together 24 years ago. :)

“Our First Christmas” – Ed and I bought this together 24 years ago. 🙂

An ornament made by my hubby and his mom when he was younger.

An ornament made by my hubby and his mom when he was younger.

The ornament that reminds us Whose birthday it is we're decorating for in the first place.

The ornament that reminds us Whose birthday it is we’re decorating for in the first place.

 

 

 

Charlie Brown, Children’s Plays, Wooden Nativities

Christmas is almost upon us…15 more days.  It is so easy for me to get caught up in the decorating, shopping, cooking, etc. that I forget the reason that I love Christmas.  It’s the part of Charlie Brown Christmas where Linus gets up on stage and simply recites Luke 2, “…and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were sore afraid…”  It’s watching a Christmas play at my mom & dad’s church, and getting teary-eyed when a small child dressed up like Mary sings “Silent Night” in a pure and simple voice.  It’s looking at the wooden nativity set my husband’s family got in Germany, marveling at what the shepherds, Mary & Joseph all felt that night gazing at Jesus’ face and wondering what amazing and great things would happen in their lifetimes.

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Christmas….Emmanuel….God with us.    Be His.  Lisa