It was Christmas a few days ago. It was joyous.
We celebrated all December long – with a beautiful tree and santas on every shelf. We made cookies and melted down with Santa. We sang songs and went to church. We visited with our families – all over the place.
Christmas Eve service with the Aunties? Joyous.
Opening presents on Christmas morning? Joyous.
Seeing merriment in every smile? Joyous.
The feeling of success when she liked her presents? Joyous.
Y’all, I could get used to this kind of Christmas.