Jesus is the Reason for the Season

Yesterday I stopped at my sister's house and she handed me a Sibley's box that belonged to my mother.  In it was a smaller Present Company box with "treasures" in them. My mother saved some very interesting items that bring back a flood of memories.  I sat at my sister's house and carefully opened one of these tiny boxes yesterday and saw a cardboard heart pin I made over 40 years ago with red construction paper, small white beads and scotch tape holding the safety pin backing.  It was in pristine condition which is pretty amazing since I am certain my mother wore it every Valentine's Day for 40 years! In addition, in the yellowed box there was a ceramic pin that said "Jesus is the Reason for the Season".  In my entire life I don't ever recall seeing this before, but it got me to thinking of another treasure I hold very dear.  One that I will take down soon and put away for next season.  It is my Creche that belonged to my Grandmother. When she passed away I was given her Nativity Scene and every year I look forward to getting it out of the attic and setting it up.  It is exactly the same one my own Mother owned and would get out every year to celebrate the Holiday!  My mother would set it up on the table at the bottom of the stairs. Each morning during the Christmas season I would come downstairs and it was the first thing I would see.  My father made the Manger and in it he put a small light.  It always looked so warm and inviting and begged for me to play with it like it was a doll house.  So I did!  Every morning I would move the animals around so they could get a better look at baby Jesus and have the Three Kings peak inside the windows.  When I would come home from school later in the day I would see that my mother had "righted" all the nativity players only to have her youngest daughter rearrange them the next morning.  She never said anything, nor did I.  It was our tradition.

My own Nativity Scene is set on a beautiful library table in our living room.  I set it up every year and relish unwrapping the tissue paper to discover which figure is wrapped inside. I carefully set it up just like my Mom used to set up hers.  Mary, Joseph and the baby Jesus get nestled inside the Manger and a few small animals as well.  On one side I place the shepherds and on the other, the Three Kings; a few more animals here and there and the angel on top.  All the animals and people in their "places".  It looks like this:

In some homes, families don't place baby Jesus in the Manger until Christmas morning, but growing up he was always a part of of our Nativity all season.  In addition, some scenes don't place the Maji until a week after Christmas. 

In our home there is a lot of activity in and around the Creche all month.  It is, after all, the reason for the season!

Everyone needs to get a good look!

Sometimes it's important to have Jedi's amongst Jesus and his people.

One of the Wise Men is keeping an eye on Yoda and Luke Skywalker!

and when you have teenagers in the house...

My Mom, who comes for Christmas breakfast every year,

never flinches when she see's my Nativity scene.

Seriously!  Doesn't everybody have a NY Giants Gnome and T-Rex as part of their Manger?

Go Giants Jesus!

Friends, Family and Followers - Happy New Year!

Last night, while ringing in the new year with wonderful friends, we crowded around the kitchen island and considered the newsletters that some incredible families send each year with their Christmas cards.  I am thrilled when I get one of those missives and read with earnest about the straight A report cards and activities that "Johnny and Susie" excel at throughout the year. I decided that it was time to start a new tradition in our home.  I would take an opportunity to write one of those newsletters on my blog each New Year and reflect on my wonderful family.  This way all of my family, friends and followers (all 14 of you) could ooh and aah about my amazing children, talented spouse and of course, perfect me! 

Grab a coffee, or something stronger and here goes:

Dear Friends, Family and Followers,

I hope this past year has given you and your family as much joy, happiness, and peace that has been bestowed on ours!  As I reflect on the last year I am reminded of the incredible blessing of having four amazing children.

Our pride and joy, Stud Boy, started college this fall and is doing a fine job of sucking the financial life right out of our family!  The staggering cost of over $600 for books for just one semester is mind boggling.  The good news is that the boy barely needed any clothing for school this year since his dorm room averaged about 95 degrees for three months straight.  In addition, he and his friends could always find an ABC (anything but clothing) party at a nearby college like MIT.  However, even though clothing at college didn't seem necessary this fall, Stud Boy still managed to bring an entire duffel bag of dirty laundry home on the plane.  He knows I just love doing laundry. What a thoughtful young man!  It would be nice to say we are enjoying him being home for a few weeks, but frankly we haven't seen much of him since college has turned Stud Boy into a nocturnal animal.  He meanders downstairs from his cave in the late afternoon and doesn't return to bed until after 3 am.  But we know he's here though, the dishes he leaves on coffee tables, couches, and any other surface is all the evidence we need. 

Darling Daughter is in the 8th grade this year and I had an opportunity to meet with her teachers during conference time to learn about her strong math skills, creative writing, artistic talents and perfection of the eye rolling!  She is very active in sports, music and drama...all kinds of drama!  She has enjoyed her birthday gift of Face Book and only managed to crash our computer twice since July. We couldn't be more proud!  Darling Daughter has also caught the eye of the opposite sex and we have thoroughly enjoyed having repeated talks about dating!  I can see the pure enjoyment in those rolling eyes as I lecture her about what is allowed and not allowed!  This mother/daughter bonding time has been precious.  The highlight of her year was when the dentist office dedicated a room in her honor.  Countless caps, and a root canal meant we were there sometimes twice a week for much of our summer and fall. She had decided she would like to be a dentist when she grows up!  Please help me remind her of that when she changes her mind and wants to move to NYC to "make it" on Broadway.

Thing One and Thing Two have similar lives so I will lump them together in "their paragraph" and tell you how much we are enjoying their incredibly close twinship!  They have perfected bickering and much of my day is listening to, "no I didn't", "yes you did", "no I didn't", "yes you did".  In fact, as I type this letter about my perfect children I can hear their angelic voices in the background; "stop it!", "I'm not doing it" "stop kicking me"....   It has , however, made punishing them simpler as I no longer ask who left the ABC (here it stands for already been chewed) gum wedged between the bookcase and the wall.  They haven't yet perfected eye rolling like their bigger sister but are incredibly good at finger pointing.  But I won't be swayed, I simply blame both of them and lecture them on just how gross they are!  In fact, teeth brushing and showering is something they don't deem necessary so I love to nag them about it daily.  Nagging is so much fun, thanks boys!  Thing One and Thing Two had a great time at football this fall and they are tearing up the basketball courts this season.    They are real super stars in all the sports they participate in and we don't even have to get the equipment out of storage, it's always just strewn about our yard and if they are lucky, Daddy didn't run in over with the riding lawn mower this year.  Soon they will rock it out on the baseball fields pitching and catching for the Major Leagues hopefully with gloves that aren't ripped to shreds.

Hubby has perfected a sport of his own this year: Hondahitting.   I suppose it could be likened to skeet shooting where you try and hit a moving target.  Only instead of clay pigeons with a gun, he hits moving animals (small and large) with his car!  It's been a banner year with dents, cracks and missing bumpers as his trophy's.  Clearly all the practice of driving over baseballs, gloves, and even shoes left outside on the lawn with the riding mower has improved his game and meant tremendous success for hitting deer and other small animals on the open road.  Congratulations Honey!

As for myself, after running 9 races including a couple of half marathons, I ran out of steam as well as motivation.  In fact, even the blogs have suffered.  I would like to blame Alec Baldwin and say it's because I am addicted to Word With Friends, but the truth is that is a relatively new obsession and I have just been, well, busy.  Busy with life and with laundry.  And since I am now officially OLD I am moving much, much slower than in the past.  In fact not only is it my speed that is affected buy my eye sight as well!  I am now a wearer of reading glasses and own a half dozen dollar store glasses that I wear on my head, tucked into my shirt and scattered about my house on night tables and counter tops but still can't seem to find them anywhere when I want to read!  Therefore, yesterday I took Darling Daughter with me to pick out bi-focals and in a week I can sport those every day.  Nifty!  Pushing 50, gray hair that needs constant touch ups, bi-focals, and acne!  Yay!  Okay, the acne is under control thanks to a terrific dermatologist, but the bitch doctor did say it was probably due to hormonal changes that my acne was flaring up.  "Hormonal Changes" is code, by the way, for you are entering menopause.  Yippee!  I am so looking forward to the night sweats and hot flashes in 2012.

Last night my family and I watched Dick Clark in amazement as his wrinkle-free face and sprayed on tan welcomed in the New Year.  He looks exactly the same as he did on American Bandstand and if you had a large room full of loud people, like we did, and couldn't hear him speak you'd think nothing has changed in all these years for this icon.  We watched in awe (and horror) and I decided  right then that I'd rather have a year full of dirty dishes, bickering kids, teenage girl drama, gray hair and failing eyesight then have everything remain the same.  Variety is the spice of life and here we like it hot and spicy!

Happy New Year and best wishes for a healthy, happy and spicy 2012.