Katy McKenna Raymond  
Personal blog of christian writer Katy McKenna Raymond in Kansas City, Missouri

Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri


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Holy Day

It’s Christmas Eve morning.

Carrie arrived home last night. Her boyfriend drove her into town and stayed a while, which was really nice. He’s a great guy. He and our daughter have excellent taste.

Scott and his wife Brooke and our youngest child, Kevin, will arrive in a couple hours. We’ll knosh on goodies and open our “little” family’s presents before we head out to Doug’s family gathering.

Doug and I are cozy in bed, except for that I got up to put on the coffee ten minutes ago.

“Baby,” I say, “I can’t believe you’re still snoozing at 7:50…”

“It’s still early until it’s 8 o’clock…”

“But it’s Christmas Eve! I thought maybe you’d get up and get me a cup of coffee.”

“Okay.”

I wait a few seconds until his snoring sets back in.

“Honey? My coffee…”

“I said OK,” he says. “I didn’t say NOW.”

This sets off gales of laughter from both of us, because Doug NEVER says stuff like this when coffee is involved. He knows not to mess.

While he’s pulling on his pants, I say, “Carrie was right. You’re looking thinner. Your stomach is totally flat.”

“I’m holding it in.”

He pushes it out to demonstrate the difference, and sure enough, he was holding it in.

“I thought you hated being bothered with holding it in. Did you do it last night because Marc was here? Were you trying to make a good impression?”

“Maybe.”

He sticks it out and makes himself comfortable, along with making a not-so-good impression.

“But why don’t you always hold it in?” Enquiring minds, and all that.

“It’s too much work. Besides, this is real.” He points to his belly, which in the early morning light is reminiscent of a bowl full of jelly.

“Trust me,” I say, speaking very much from experience, “if you can hold it in, it isn’t real.”

So begins another holiday, and another Holy Day, too—a day set apart from the first lame joke, the first bulging belly, the first sip of coffee, the first magically grown-up child’s Christmas greeting.

Set apart to celebrate the wonder of a family’s love and the goodness of the Savior’s gifts to us, who need Him more than we’ll ever, ever know.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

Posted by Katy on 12/24/05 at 08:05 AM
Fallible Comments...
  1. Happy Holidays to you! I like the design of your blog :)
    Posted by dementia  on  12/24/05  at  07:03 PM
  2. Merry Christmas, Katy.
    Posted by Amber  on  12/24/05  at  10:44 PM
  3. Merry Christmas, Katy :)
    Posted by Ame  on  12/25/05  at  12:13 AM
  4. Hey Katy,

    Well the coffee cup is still being put to good use on coffee and so forth. I'm starting to worry about its owners now, however. Things aren't going too stellar for Bianca and myself.

    I'm starting to think that everything kids hear about not living with someone before getting married to them was accurate.

    Christmas went well enough, I guess. I'm glad to see that you seem to be doing well.

    Adam
    Posted by Adam  on  12/27/05  at  01:30 AM
  5. I forgot to type what I actually need: prayers. Thank you Katy. Merry Christmas, and happy new year.

    Adam
    Posted by Adam  on  12/27/05  at  01:32 AM
  6. Dementia--Welcome here! With a name like yours, you should feel right at home.. :)

    Amber and Ame--Merry, merry and happy, happy to you!

    Adam--I haven't missed my mug with the dice on it, but I have missed you! My hubby and I were just talking about "the guy who took the mug off our hands" the other day. (He wants to get rid of the others in the iffy set, but I'm holding on tight...) I am praying for you! Email anytime at katy@ngenius.com
    Posted by Katy  on  12/27/05  at  09:07 AM
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