Today is our last day of Christmas break.
And here's my question about that sad little fact: Why in the world start on a Thursday of all days? It just makes more sense to me to just wait 'til next Monday.
But I guess we'll take advantage of what we get and I'll leave here with more Christmas reminiscing:
These two girls got serious this year about earning money to buy each other Christmas gifts.
They put their heads together and thought and thought. They asked for a list of jobs.
And then they worked. A lot.
Our house sparkled.
But they still didn't have enough money to buy what they had in mind.
All this coincided with my lamentation over the last month about how much I miss teaching Joy School right now. Joy School at Christmas time is my favorite. The songs, the activities, the messages you get to teach, the program for the retirement home that you create...I love Joy School. And Lucy has never really done the real deal because she has her own special preschool.
So although it didn't cure my overall desire to be teaching, I suggested the next-best thing: have Grace and Claire do the teaching.
They jumped at the chance.
They invited a few girls over for two days in a row and went to town creating the lessons and activities.
This was a game where each girl got a turn to be "Santa" and handed out toys while the other girls "slept."
And I think this next one is when they ALL wanted to be Mary from the nativity and ride on a donkey so Grace and Claire let them all do it.
The ottoman made a great donkey.
Of course, my heart melted as they taught.
And even more when we headed to Target with their hard-earned money clutched tight in their little fists and I got to watch them pick out great sibling gifts. (more about those back here)
Just to echo the last line of one of my fav. Joy School songs: "the very best part of Christmas time is the presents you give away."
Yeah, I think that's right. Because as we know, when we serve and give to others, we're serving God.
How I hope these kids will really let that seed plant in their hearts and bring them the joy of giving all life long.Labels: joy school
The ottoman made a great donkey.
And even more when we headed to Target with their hard-earned money clutched tight in their little fists and I got to watch them pick out great sibling gifts. (more about those back here)