Our children have no grand delusions that Santa is going to sweep down the chimney into our non-functioning wood stove and leave presents for them under our tree. Under our tree sits a nativity and each night we recount the story of Jesus’ birth, which at the moment the Little Ones are getting easily mixed up with the birth of Mattie.
However, Santa is everywhere, so we choose to call him St. Nick. St. Nick, who was born in the third century and orphaned when he was a young boy. St. Nick, whose life was given over to fasting, prayer, and giving to the poor. St. Nick, who legend tells, kept three young women out of a life of pain, by giving them a dowry when their father was about to sell them into prostitution.
I don’t know, call me crazy, but I’d rather have my children focus on the wonder and majesty of JESUS during this Christmas season, and know that once there was a man named Nicholas, who chose to follow Jesus by selling all that he had and giving to the poor.
My tiny Christmas miracle.
Sweet sister Elia Jane gets to visit her brother Mattie today!
St. Nicholas and Mattie
One on looker that didn’t know our family, said, “Oh what that picture will make a great Christmas card!” I didn’t have the heart to tell her that there were FIVE CHILDREN missing!
Daddy and his “Honey Boy Lou” (one of Mattie’s many nicknames)
Sleep in heavenly peace, son!