Today was one of my favorite days of the year. The third Saturday in December always is.
This is our Christmas Chaos, and I love it!
My mom is the third of 10 children raised on a dairy farm. I am the third of thirty-four grandchildren. My children are 4 of 31 great-grandchildren born in 10 years. Eight of the grandchildren are expecting new babies in 2011. I’ll probably get emails from my family about my math, but I’ve added it up 3 times tonight… we number 100.
Every third Saturday in December we gather for Christmas, bringing life to the hallowed halls of the school where my mom and her siblings received their high school diplomas; where my dad coached a championship football team; where my husband mourned along with his 10 junior classmates as they closed the doors for the last time.
Our children storm the gym to tag their cousins. My own generation proves its Peter Pan status in friendly games of 3-on-3. Cameras flash as quickly as the smiles. Hugs and laughter flow freely. We receive grandma’s ornaments. And there’s food. Oh, the food!
This day, held sacred on our calendar, is a gift.
All because two people,
these precious people