My daughter has been lamenting that it doesn’t feel like Christmas because the house isn’t decorated, and we don’t have a full-sized Christmas tree this year. (Not my fault, REALLY. It’s the table we inherited from my MIL… the table that knew too much that is in the way. We’ll have room for a tree next year.)
I knew about the tree problem, but I was as surprised as you were to hear that our house is not decorated for Christmas. I mean REALLY? What have I been doing for the last month?
And okay, we don’t have a big Christmas tree in the house, but seriously, we HAVE Christmas trees in the house. They may be a little small.
I wanted to say, “Perhaps if you… oh I don’t know… read my blog, or walked around the house without staring at your phone all the time, you might have noticed that the house IS decorated for Christmas.”
Instead I just smiled my mom smile. You know the smile, it’s the one you use when you want to step on their foot, but you don’t, because you are a mom, and that would be bad.
And then… a CHRISTMAS MIRACLE happened.
As she walked past the dining room, it’s as if a veil was suddenly lifted and she could suddenly see.
“Oh,” she said, “I guess we DO have Christmas decorations.”
And then the angels sang…