If I was possibly, maybe still in the running for the Mother of the Year Award, I can tell you now (without a shadow of a doubt) that it went down the drain. We put up our Christmas decorations and let me just say, it was not singing and dancing and caroling and speaking of the coming on the Lord. Oh the Lord's name was mentioned, but more like, "For the love of sweet Jesus, PUT THAT DOWN!"
Here is my middle spawn putting the Christmas ornaments on the kids' tree. I thought in my feeble, weak mind that this would keep them busy, occupied...aka OUT OF THE BREAKABLE stuff. Oh how silly was I.
They soon found the Christmas tree box and began acting like a bunch of hoodlums. The were hiding and laughing, and riping the box into shreds. We try to store the tree in this box year after year. This situation is when Indiana Jones first wielded his whip and announced, "What in tarnation is going on? For the love of God, get out of that box."
Then, Jesus' sweet name was brought to the center of the event once again as the 5th glass ball was shattered into a plethera of shards on the playroom floor. "Lord Almighty, help me!"
We once again paused to bring Christ back into the moment when we found this child tearing all the bulbs off the tree. "I swear by the love of God that if you do not get away from that tree, I am going to loose it!"
Soon, they were in deep prayer and meditation on all the lessons from the Heavens above. It is so awesome how our family was able to incorporate Jesus and Christ back into Christmas this year.