What a blessed Christmas celebration with family and extended family!
Time to open gifts!
|Josh is thrilled with tissue paper|
"I didn't know what to get you," moaned Monroe looking forlorn at me. He handed me a wrapped box of candy. Chocolate's good! I opened his Christmas card to my husband and me.
|Lynsey opens Harvey''s gift|
"Do you mean this?" I asked Monroe holding up the card.
|Josh & Monroe model new hoodies|
More pictures! Then we tidied up torn gift wrap and empty boxes.
Next we tuned into a family fave DVD, "Mr. Bean." Silly, I know but, it makes 'em laugh. Crammed together on the sofa, sharing blankets, and some sprawled out in chairs, we imitated in unison, "Bean!"
The doorbell rang. Our widowed neighbor accepted our invitation to stop by for fun and food. Some of us stayed upstairs with her to talk while others continued their chuckles at Mr. Bean downstairs.
It was late night when Sarah & Josh left first, followed by Lynsey & Harvey. Then my neighbor. Monroe fell asleep on our sofa. When he's asleep, he's practically comatose! It's nearly impossible to awaken him. I gently pulled a blanket over my "son," flipped off the lights, unplugged the Christmas tree, and crept upstairs to bed.
Bright and early Christmas morning I peeked down into the family room. Monroe, all 6-feet of him, still stretched out on my sofa, was checking his cell phone for missed calls and texts. I sat down by his feet. We chatted softly in those early moments warmed by candles and tree lights that threw color on the walls. Sharing some memories, laughs, and mother/son chat, I mused, What a blessed way to begin Christmas day!
Paul - my husband - got up and brewed a pot of welcomed coffee. The three of us sipped steaming coffee until Monroe left for his apartment.
Within hours, our younger daughter Laura Skyped from her overseas country. While talking with Laura, the front door opened and the dogs barked to announce Josh, Monroe, Sarah, Noah, Eli, and another Harvey - who'd left the Amish just three months prior. This Harvey ~ twenty-one-years-old was an Amish Church member since seventeen ~ was shunned for leaving the Amish. He was family-less.
|Noah, Josh, Sarah being goofy, and her younger brother Monroe|
Our Nixon tradition is - I make homemade cinnamon rolls for Christmas Day. I did and we scarfed 'em down.
God tells us He is the "Father to the fatherless," and expects us to be His hands and feet. James 1:27 states that pure and faultless religion is to care for orphans and widows.
Ex-Amish need a welcoming home anytime but, especially for the holidays. And I can promise you loads of laughs, learning, and memories.
*Wonder why I never use last names?
(C)Copyright 2014, Brenda Nixon.