Happy Christmas.

This is far from an ideal holiday season. Not exactly the time when we can teach life's lessons, like the true meaning of Christmas. We've been to church once. We've adopted no family. Sent in no presents to the collection at school. I don't even think I've tossed in any extra cans to the collection at the grocery store. This year they have learned about why we actually celebrate Christmas from Linus. We have been just crazed.
So Noah came home from school with this picture.



I asked him if that was a present next to the Christmas tree. He said, "no Mommy, that is baby Jesus. See him in his bed in the manager. The tree is for Baby Jesus' birthday because he was born on Christmas."

I guess we aren't on the fast chute to hell just yet.