The Pierce Family: It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like CHRISTMAS!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like CHRISTMAS!

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas at our house. I know it is a little early but I couldn't wait! Eric and I are leaving town this week and when we get back I thought he would be too busy studying for final exams to help me. So, while I had his time and attention I made him go into the attic to get all of the Christmas boxes down. I absolutly love Christmas! Kinsley has done surprisingly well at leaving the Christmas ornaments alone- she only had to sit in the "naughty chair" twice.

5 comments:

Brenda said...: Love your nativity!! Can't wait until I can talk Al into letting us get into the holiday spirit around here. My new nativity for the year just came to the door (fisher-price) I am so excited!! Hope you have a great holiday, Thanksgiving/Christmas!!!; November 19, 2009 at 2:21 PM
The Jones Crew said...: Your tree is so cute I love the nativity it is so cute only 2 more days until we get to see you guys; November 19, 2009 at 5:00 PM
Brittany H said...: What a good idea! I have been anxious to get Christmas out as well! I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!!!!; November 19, 2009 at 6:45 PM
Washington Family said...: I love your Nativity! I want the same one.; November 20, 2009 at 10:53 AM
The Sullengers said...: I'll be joining you this weekend!; November 20, 2009 at 11:27 AM

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“I don’t want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenk’s lawn. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor’s children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone’s garden. I want to be there with children’s sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.”