It was just about time for bed, 1966?.........stockings were hung, and I see at least one red and one black stocking from Daddy's drawer (and by the way, where we hung our stockings was where Santa would put our presents. It did not matter if we were two or 18 years old, the stocking were hung in anticipation and it did not matter that our stockings were picked from Daddy's sock drawer. The tree was glowing and candles were lit. I am sure we had just returned from looking at the Christmas lights in Shawnee...another Christmas tradition....and a way to entertain us when we were smaller until bedtime when Santa made his way to our house.
But...........what really brings a lump to my throat in this picture is Mom reading the Bible Christmas story, Luke, Chapter 2. This was the last thing we did before going to bed. This is what puts that lump in my throat. This was not a posed picture as you can see by our faces. This was a very reverent time for our family which was rare for a family of seven..........but this Christmas story time was our way of giving glory to God for our Savior Jesus Christ. Quiet, reverent, and mom's voice.
Merry Christmas everybody.
I love you.
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