If you have been waiting for a Christmas card from our family, keep on keepin' on. We are a bit behind this year. My plan is to have someone at church take a picture of all of us- yes, a rare siting of chubby ole me in a photo!- on Christmas morning at church with all three children present, George in his robe, and all five of us smiling, thus killing three birds with one stone -- Christmas cards, the much requested family picture, and the lately requested picture of George in his robe. And then I'll just email it out. It sounds like the sort of thing I don't like, I know, but in order to have things I do like, like extra cash, a nice party for my husband's ordination, and a pleasant visit with family from out of town, I had to forego something. That something turned out to be Christmas cards this year.

What about y'all? Have you gotten it all done? What did you have to let go of? And did it really matter? I'm sure it didn't. Like the Grinch tells us, Christmas comes just the same. And it's wondrous and magical no matter what. It is. I know that sounds like I have been watching too many Hallmark movies, which I have, but really, isn't it lovely? Even though NONE of us get a white Christmas this year (and I'd be mad if some of us were and not me, but I think even NYC will be green this year), it's truly the most wonderful time of the year. I love it. And I love each of you. I think. Unless people are reading that I don't know about. Merry Christmas, y'all! Glory to the newborn King!