“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? [Christmas] came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.” —Dr. Seuss (1904-1991); writer, cartoonist
We spent the day eating peanut butter toast, red Jello and Popsicles.
Maddi has pneumonia, which was discovered after five hours in the ER last night.
I also promoted sipping chicken broth today, but she didn't like that idea much and told me I could have it.
Even through the sickness and spells of coughing, Madelynn is delighted with the holiday and her new baby doll. She is intrigued by the fact that Santa ate all the cookies we left out but the reindeer didn't eat all the pea-pods because they got too full! (I'm pretty sure reindeer eat pea-pods!)
It was just a week ago that I was called up from the basement, "Mom! Mom! Santa came!"
Amused that my daughter had discovered the newly wrapped gifts under the tree, I took the stairs in stride.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear! All the presents were opened by Miss Maddi Dear!
"Look!" she exclaimed, delighted as could be! "Santa brought new underwear just for me!"
I couldn’t refuse her brilliant discovery.
Ah, the joys of the holiday and early un-covery! (I had to make up that word!)
And so it is true, Christmas does not come from a store.
No…no…Christmas is so much more.
It is found in our hearts, in our love, in our laughter.
It is found in the things that truly matter.
