Christmas Shame

Lest you be thinking 

I am all good and proper...

in case you think I have my act together...

I have a story 

I am telling before Abbie Jane does.
(She's been brewing on it.)

I am a work in progress.

I fall short daily, hourly, 

oh alright, constantly.

The tradition was 

we always went to my folks'  house

on Christmas eve.

On Christmas morning we would

open gifts with our girls.

There is 4.5 years total between our girls 

so they were all teens,

high school and college age together.
Yeah, that was easy.

Lots of hormones...

lots of mouthy mouths.

(Mine included.)

This particular year 

we came home from my folks'

and everyone was gabbing 

and moving about the house.

I suggested we open our gifts
right there and then

so we could sleep in

the next morning.

Wouldn't that be the berries?

They acted horrified.

You would have thought I 

dishonored Santa...

that I had dissed the baby Jesus.

They ridiculed/attacked me.

3 on 1 is my story's version.

I got ticked.
Super ticked. 
Okay, super duper ticked.

It is so unlike me to anger easily.

Uh, my blog, my story...duh.

Anyhoo,

they were relentless.

I was mad and I felt I was being "ganged up" on.

(Stuart was MIA.

He has learned over the years

when the hens start clucking bitching

get outta Dodge.)

My daughters started up the stairs to bed with

bells on their bobtails and laughing all the way. 

In my proudest mothering moment,

I yelled up the stairs at all 3 of my girls

"Merry F&%&$#@* Christmas!"

 They responded with hysterical laughter.

Nice.

I know.
I dishonored Santa.

I definitely dissed baby Jesus.

And they all cackled.

They haven't let me forget it yet.

I doubt they ever do.

Daughters, you need to let it go

because I have this...

 for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,  and all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus.

Romans 3:23,24

So you ornery daughters...shuttie!