Most of December is Christmas for us. Tamara always shares Advent devotions with the family. She moves the nativity figures around the apartment until baby Jesus finally arrives at the Advent table with his parents. (Tamara also bakes for the entire north side of the city.)
Christmas morning, our excited little boy awoke to a pile of Christmas treasure sent from friends and family from around the world, and a few from his parents–and even one from Santa! (Yes, son, he knows your new address.)
We opened gifts, had grilled steak for lunch, saw the parade and watched fireworks from the top of a high building.
Happy birthday Jesus, we’ve been expecting you.