Christmas Post - Passport Diaries

Chris has asked me on several separate occasions if I plan to blog about our gingerbread house. “It’s our best gingerbread house ever!” he says every time I admit it hasn’t yet gotten a post. Upon review, I found I’d started five—FIVE—unfinished posts. This is because I can upload pictures with one hand, but kind of need two hands to type. Both of my hands are usually occupied these days. But here, to delight my husband and finish something for once (a rarity these days), is a Christmas Post! Which, yes, includes the gingerbread house!

Here are some of our Christmas activities these year: picking out a Christmas tree with Hannah, Justin, Ezekiel and my parents; dressing Isaac in his Christmas footie pajamas that feature jungle animals in Santa hats and posing him next to Ezekiel for the Cutest Cousin Picture Ever; having peppermint mochas and fudgy mint chocolate mega cookies at the mall before introducing a very sleepy Isaac to the world’s scariest Santa:

(Christmas activities continued): decorating our BOQ room with a pine wreath on the front door and a miniature counter-top pine; doing regular drive-bys of our biggest Christmas present to each other ever: our unfinished house! and looking at lights around the neighborhood; attending the Redneck Christmas Parade; and, of course, building our annual GINGERBREAD HOUSE.

Isaac seems to sleep through a lot of these activities (Santa is ho ho ho-hum). Twinkle lights sparkle on the Blackwater River as you cross the bridge west into downtown Milton. The city has decorated the waterfront with a revolving carousel, trotting horses, twinkling pagodas, and this tunnel of lights that reminded me of Christmas lights in Miyagase with friends last year. As Chris said, “I mean, I wouldn’t drive all the way out here for this, but since we live here it’s nice!” And speaking of driving, this week we’re going to drive all the way to Texas…AGAIN…to let the family Christmas celebrations begin!

Wait, a final note: At our first Christmas season church service this year the pastor encouraged everyone to see the Christmas story anew. I had just been contemplating how wonderful it is to sing the old Christmas hymns for the first time in years. Three years of celebrating Christmas in new ways (Christmas cake! Date night! Romance?!) has me longing for all the old carols and traditions: our family Christmas talent show, lighting the Advent candles, wassail, Nativities, and, you know, thinking about Christ’s birth! This year I am burnt out on New and will firmly entrench into Old. Merry Christmas from Florida!

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