I can hear the rain falling heavily on the sidewalk outside, as I take a break from packing up Christmas. Epiphany has come, and the ornaments are being tucked into their off-season homes, the big advent calendar into it’s tidy box. Slowly, our house is being transformed into its common state, for a common season. Perching on the mantle, our accumulation of Christmas cards begs for a new home where smiling families might be seen for a little while longer. When Yuletide ends there is a mixture of sadness and joy, the sadness of knowing that every day cannot be a holiday, but the joy of knowing that each season brings newness and fresh delights.
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We’ve been listening to the VeggieTales Christmas discs while packing up Christmas. The boys are watching The Star of Christmas one last time. Now I have to move the chair back into the living room so all our Bible study members have seats tonight!
Happy New Year!
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http://www.kiddierecords.com/
You said this beautifully!