The giver of every good and perfect gift has called upon us to mimic
His giving, by grace, through faith, and this is not of ourselves.
I don't know why feasts tend to include an odd array of foods that will make my granola friends cringe. I'll just call it an act of humility :D Breakfast was waffles (from a box) with strawberries (fresh!!) with whipped topping (from a spray can), donut holes and sausages. Lunch was the ever rare treat of corndogs (with leftover homemade pizza). Sigh.
After breakfast we opened stockings...
Someone had given Sam a pair of rubber gloves, when he asked, "Why?" The answer was "To keep your hands clean." Ok, anyone who knows Sam is probably laughing at this point. Of course it might be noted that said gloves were used as balloons with a mohawk and hands remain... as usual!
The "real"gifts were the semi-annual new toothbrush, chocolate gold coins, a ticket to see the Hobbit (or the Hobbit cartoon for the youngest 3), a new scapular and a set of sacrifice beads. The sacrifice beads were put into immediate use for Baby Jesus.
I don't know... a painted balloon.
They "dressed" St. Nicholas... incidentally who was a bishop not a fat jolly husband to a fat jolly wife with a million elfen children.
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