It's Christmas time...

and we're rapping you this rhyme
to our friends we hold so dearly
too bad Christmas only comes yearly...

Santa. Reindeer.

I'm a rapper in disguise as a mom of 6 kids.

Really.

My sisters and I penned this Christmas rap some 15+ years ago and it always comes to mind around now... And for those of you who ever wondered, I also can breakdance. Breakdance and rap. Now that's some serious talent!

Since we've been married, Christmas at our house is pretty much the same every year. Merry Tuba Christmas in downtown on Christmas Eve followed by lunch at our favorite NY style pizza place. Then we head to my parents for some afternoon relaxing, presents, dinner, and dessert. We usually light the advent wreath candles and sing Christmas carols...each grandkid taking a turn lighting a candle and reading a Scripture. Then to bed.

Christmas morning is stockings! This year, for the first time ever, I watched my mom fill my stocking the night before and was a little bit disappointed that I wouldn't be surprised by its contents.

Sorry if this blows the Santa mystery for some of you.

After stockings, we pack up and head to celebrate with my husband's family.

It's been this way pretty much every year since we were married. To look at us on this day, or any day really, there would be no indication that anything has changed over the years. That once he was a passionate believer and now he's an ex-Christian agnostic married to me: the somewhat edgy, passionate, bordering on "out there", worshipper and follower of Christ.

That's just the grace of God.

It's been evident throughout our marriage in so many ways. And that's what I sit and ponder these last few minutes of Christmas day, 2 years since I started this blog to tell our story.

And I will, but for now just a little glimpse.

Merry Christmas. I love Him because He first loved me.