Merry Christmas, You Merry Siestas!

Merry Christmas, Dear Sisters! We hope you've had a marvelously blessed day. What greater cause for celebration could we have? The Word became flesh and pitched His tabernacle among us so that we could behold His glory, the glory of the One and Only full of grace and truth! Joy to the world, the Lord has come. Let earth receive her King!

I dearly love Christmas. I'm dog-tired but so happy. The company's all gone (at least for a few hours) and I'm taking a break for a few minutes. I'm sitting on the floor in our computer room because we had to use our desk chairs for all our company to be able to eat at a table and we haven't moved them back upstairs yet. My day started early. I crawled out of bed at 6:00 AM after a late night as Claus. Thankfully everybody slept for another hour and I had some time to myself. A few minutes to get on the floor before the Lord, to read too-fast-a-devotional, and drink a strong cup of coffee with just the right amount of cream. Before long Keith rolled out of bed then Melissa. She is like a 5 year-old at Christmas. She makes it so much fun. She loves seeing all heaps of presents and trying to guess what she's getting and trying to get you to guess what she's giving. It was a treat to see that mighty cute Colin Fitzpatrick coming down the stairs this morning. Our family loves him so much and we've even adjusted to him and Melissa sleeping in the same room. (Always a tad awkward at first.)

We wanted Amanda, Curtis, and our best boy, Jackson, to get to have the time they needed for Santa at home so we put off opening presents till later in the morning after they arrived. Melissa made a fantastic egg casserole that we pulled out of the oven about the time they walked through the door. We ate a quick breakfast and gathered in the den. It was Amanda's time to read the Christmas story. She was so beautiful sitting there with that darling tummy. She doesn't feel very darling but she is. (We're only 7 weeks out, by the way!) I was sure Jackson would turn into a pumpkin (wrong holiday) before we could get through the Scriptures but he did so well. Keith prayed over us then the mania began. We love to see each other open presents so it takes forever because we keep stopping to look what someone got.

Jackson is at the ultimate age for Christmas. A total blast. He got an entire dealership of cars and trucks. That's all in the world he loves. Anything on wheels. If I ever end up in a wheel chair when I'm on up in years, I hope he's still taken with them. His baby sister got so many things for her nursery. It's going to be adorable! We can hardly wait for her to get here.

I really scored on Colin and Curtis's presents. I got them remote control helicopters (really complicated ones with an instructional video by some dude that had the personality of a rocket scientist) and they spent the next two or three hours on them. Keith was so bitter I didn't get him one. Blast. Why didn't I think of that?

After we dug ourselves out from under six feet of wrapping paper, the family began straightening things up and setting tables and I started cooking like a wild woman. I've got to tell you, Siestas, I had the cooking anointing this year. I'm not even kidding. It was everything I could do not to stop every few bites and say, "Is this incredible or what?" (Actually, I first wrote that I wanted to stop every few bites and say, "I totally rock!" but I thought you'd think that sounded a tad boastful. So I didn't write it. But now I have. You've got to give me this one cooking moment. Just one.) My cornbread dressing was killer. My mom would have had a fit. My broccoli and rice casserole was terrific, too, but I made enough for 68 people. It's what we at our house call a "Moore-der." (An "order" Moore-style.) If a little is good, a ton is better. I also could feed a football team the rest of my green bean casserole (they'd better eat it after a game, however) and I have two pies that weren't even touched. (I know what you're thinking. It wasn't because they weren't good. It's because I made a Texas sheet cake and two other pies and cranberry oatmeal cookies. See what I'm saying? A Moore-der.)

I bet Colin and I peeled 14 potatoes to mash (I make really great mashed potatoes and gravy). I kept saying, "We'd better do just one more." His eyes just kept getting bigger and bigger. How in heaven's name are you supposed to gage how much food thirteen people will eat anyway? And two of Keith's nephews are in college. Have you watched a college boy eat lately? It's violent.

Colin and Melissa could only stay for a little while after we sat down to eat so that they could head to his house only a few subdivisions from here. She had a temperature when she left so I bet by the time she gets back late tonight, I have a sick girl on my hands. I got Strep throat the week of Converge and then got a chest cold then Amanda caught the cold and now Melissa's got it. We're usually a healthy bunch. I don't know what's gotten into us. I think it may be because one day it's 35 degrees here in Houston and the next it's 80. I had the heater on yesterday and I have the air conditioner on today. Star can't decide whether to grow more hair or shed it. This climate is preposterous.

Oh, I forgot to tell you that Melissa left her laptop on the side of the stairs last night and while Keith and I were being Mr. and Mrs. Claus and hauling presents downstairs, he stepped on it. (We usually take the chimney but we were afraid Star and Geli would try to leap in behind us and it would take forever to get the soot off their fur.) You should see the laptop. I guess you know what she's getting for a post-Christmas gift.

OK, I realize this post is really random but, among a dozen other things, Star keeps dropping her favorite ball right beside me so I'll play fetch with her and I have to stop typing every couple of minutes and throw it. And boy is it spitty. I keep trying to throw the thing at an angle where it will bounce downstairs so she'll take longer to get it but she's the fastest thing on four legs.

The last random thing I'm going to tell you is that I got Keith one of those massagers you put in a chair and sit against and it does all sorts of fancy things to your neck, back and shoulders. It heats up and everything. I think he's about to sit in it and I want to beat him to it so I'm going to have to go. You know how you tend to get people things you want for yourself?

Uh-oh. I hear Keith downstairs singing "Ebony and Ivory." I bet anything he's in that danged chair. Something's chilled that boy out.

Merry Christmas, Siestas. I pray Jesus all over every single one of you this coming year. I want me a Jesus year. That's what I want for Christmas.