I read this on the destitute gourmet ... A Visit from the Christ Child A Visit from the Christ Child by Père Robért for Maria, Ida, Isabel, Maxine, Crozet & Audrey Twas the morning of Christmas, when all through the house All the family was frantic, including my spouse; For each one of them had one thing only in mind, To examine the presents St. Nick left behind. The boxes and wrapping and ribbons and toys Were strewn on the floor, and the volume of noise Increased as our children began a big fight Over who got the video games, who got the bike. I looked at my watch and I said, slightly nervous, "Let's get ready for church, so we won't miss the service." The children protested, "We don't want to pray: We've just got our presents, and we want to play!" It dawned on me then that we had gone astray, In confusing the purpose of this special...
Lara. Christian. Mum of three. Wife of one. Primary Teacher. Papercrafter. Scrapbooker. Struggle to get through day without espresso coffee (even take a stovetop espresso camping).