The highlight of my evening was the candlelight dinner that we had tonight . . . just the six of us.  We sang Silent Night and then prayed, and then the kids were their normal silly loud selves while we ate, despite my efforts to make it dark in hopes that the darkness would make them want to whisper at the table. 

It was a sweet dinner.  We each shared our favorite thing about Christmas, and the answer couldn't be presents, it had to be an experience or event. At his turn, Isaiah said (in true pastor's kid form), "I'm blessed that baby Jesus was born . . . . and that Santa is coming."  Ha!

My children are embracing what Christmas is really about, but there's no shielding a child from the commercialism, glitter, and Santa.  It's ok. The tree and Santa and presents and stockings and treats can stay. In this home, Jesus is the reason for everything . . . not just the season. 

Joy to the world, the LORD has come. Let earth receive her KING.