The scene at our house tonight:
I'm tired. I've taken both kids to the girl's Christmas program. Daddy had to miss it (boo) for a calendar committee meeting (boo).
We've come home. The boy drops an entire box of goldfish crackers onto a tiny tea plate, trying to get a snack. I chuckle. Brought on by laughs, the girl decides she'll make it more of a mess, to get more laughs.
"No! Just because Mommy laughs, does not mean something is funny!" I even say it sharply, to add meaning. Really, have you ever heard any so ludicrous? Jeez. Just because I laugh it's not funny. I really did not think that one through.
Then, the children help the manger folk (wise men, Mary, Joseph...you know the type) to a snack at the Christmas tree. My little boy making little chomping sounds as the shepard takes pretend bites out of our tree. Then returns them to the barn beneath the tree.
That is joy.
That is Christmas to me.