I think the conversation has come up every year for the last couple of years. I’ve listened to Pastor JT give his argument, but he didn’t know I was secretly, and invisibly, putting my fingers in my ears while thinking to myself Na na na na na, I can’t hear you!
I love Christmas. I love everything about it. Trees. Lights. Food. Music. Carols. Corny church musicals. Late nights. Movies. Candy. Stockings. Fires. Shopping. Wrapping. Decorating my tree (the tree I decorate and don’t let my kids decorate because, well, they just won’t do it right).
Oh yeah, and family too. *snort* forgot about them.
The whole shabang is something I look forward to every year, starting in January. I start listening to what my short people might want. Not that I promise to get the all that they want, but I sure like making the tree all full with gifts!
- Enter Pastor JT and his “wisdom.”
He’s been after me for a couple (or 5) years to consider cutting back on gifts for the girls. But, this year, he threw something new at me.
Get this, THREE gifts. Wanna know why? Do ya!? Because sweet baby Jesus only had three.
mmmhm, He did.
I haven’t argued with him and it hasn’t caused any fights, but it took A LOT for me to say, “Okay, we’ll do three.” And, I’m sure I said it a seriously whiny voice.
UGH! This is going to be so hard. I love wrapping presents! I love sneaking them in the house and hiding them somewhere. I love it when the girls know I’m in my room wrapping and they can’t come in. I buy specific matching paper every year with the right bows and stickers. I match my stuff with my tree for cryin’ out loud! And NOW, NOW! I’ll only be wrapping SIX!
Okay, add in three for Pastor JT and maybe I’ll throw in some Dollar Tree junk for Monkey. That give me uuuhhh,
Okay, twelve it will be.
But, (oh and I thought I had him here) HE would have to tell the girls!
Bwahahahahahahaha! We’ll see how well THAT goes, Bucko.
Not but two nights ago Christmas comes up. I’m sitting in the kitchen with the girls playing Sorry. Pastor JT is cleaning the kitchen (for that right there I should do this whole Christmas thing.)
Anyway, something comes up and he starts in on the whole “Christmas-is-going-to-be-different-this-year” speech.
Oh, I’m waiting for it. Inside I’m secretly hoping for a meltdown from our children. Yeah! That’ll show him. They can’t take it. He’ll have to CAAAAVE. Then I can go shopping!!! YEEE-HAW!!
Pastor JT gives the Three Gift Speech. Followed up with “We are doing this because we want to focus all our attention on Jesus and not stuff.”
Hmp! I like stuff. (I didn’t say it out loud becuase I was nodding my head in solemn agreement.)
And how do they respond?
“Okay Daddy! That’s cool. I’ll have this and this and this!”
What! That’s it! I threw a bigger fit than they did put together and they didn’t even flinch! So what does that tell you about ME!?
I guess I’ll just find fun and joy in picking out the three BIG gifts for each girl and I’m certain I’ll find myself thinking more on the Savior than the Stuff.
I am liking this idea more and more.
Blast! I just realized that means I only get three as well!
“Pastor JT…we need to talk.”