We all survived yesterday, which is a Christmas miracle. Most of the time, my boys are pretty incredible. Jeremy and Jackson are praised continually in public about their fabulous behavior, their manners and helpfulness. At home, it’s a different story, not just for them but for all of us. We tend to let our real personalities show in the place we feel most comfortable. It’s no different with kiddos. Fortunately, for the sake of their lives, both attitudes improved by evening and we were all able to enjoy a peaceful goodnight.
So, that brings us to St. Nicholas Day. We aren’t in the habit of celebrating saints, but it feels appropriate to recognize the life of the real St. Nick during the Christmas season. We read about him last night before bedtime and the boys placed their shoes on the front porch in anticipation of his “arrival.” They understand that this is just the fun part that piggy-backs the real story that occurred in the third century.
St. Nicholas “brought” the boys some pretty cool things! Too bad their mother isn’t smart enough to figure out the magic tricks.
