Christmas program

My kids' Sunday School Christmas program was this evening. They both did a GREAT job.

Kylee threw a fit beforehand because she didn't want to wear a dress. But I managed to talk her into it and, of course, she was beautiful and got several compliments throughout the evening.

I expected Josh to be difficult during the performance because he can't stand still for more than 5 seconds, so I talked to his teacher and asked her if it would help if he was in the front where he could see what was going on. She told me that during practice he was put in the front, but he was flopping his arms up and down and crawling around on the floor, so she didn't think it would make any difference. I told her to do what she thought would work best, because I realize he can be difficult. He was in the front row, but he was off to the side. He did pretty good.....considering he couldn't stand still....LOL. His teacher told me, afterwards, that he didn't do any worse than any of the other kids.....I beg to differ...LOL. I love my son dearly, but he is a handful.

Here are the lyrics to one of the songs they sang this evening:

Celebrations come because of something good.
Celebrations we love to recall.
Mary had a baby boy in Bethlehem,
the greatest celebration of them all.

chorus:
Come on ring those bells, light the Christmas tree.
Jesus is the King,
born for you and me.
Come on ring those bells,
everybody say,
"Jesus, we remember this your birthday".

I just loved that song sung by all the little kids....they're all soooo cute! :o)

Christmas is almost here!

I'm so excited for Christmas to get here. I love waking up on Christmas morning to my daughter's voice "C'mon mommy, c'mon daddy, let's go downstairs and see what Santa brought".

I'm cherishing this year as much as I possibly can. She came home from school the other day and told me that the older sister of a friend of hers doesn't believe in Santa. She asked me why someone wouldn't believe in Santa and I knew this was the beginning of her starting to doubt that Santa is real.

I dread the day that she comes home in tears telling me that the kids at school make fun of her because she believes in Santa. Or that she just plain doesn't believe anymore. Not only for the fact that it's part of a loss of innocence, but also because my daughter can't keep a secret to save her life! I fear that she'll find it rather amusing to tell her younger brother all about the Santa hoax. I know, I worry too much. But I want to keep them as innocent as I can for as long as I possibly can.