Yep, yesterday was the last day of classes for the high schools. That means freetime for all the kids and whatnot. Good times, huh?

Last year Christmas was a time that felt pretty disconnected from tradition. I was living out of a suitcase in Clinton, and Bev and the girls were living either in Amory or with me out of their own suitcases. Ella was barely a month old and I’d just started a new job. So the return to Amory was pretty nontraditional. We made it to the Christmas Eve service at my old church. So of course I had to weather the “How is it going so far” comments when I really didn’t want to go through that again and again and again. But it’s to be expected.

After the service we went to my grandmother’s for the traditional chaos and lasagna dinner. The gluttony of presents and wrapping paper ended as I went to my house. A brief night of sleep ended w/ the realization of having to drive the family circuit further north on Christmas day before heading back to Clinton to live out of a suitcase again for a couple of days. Then it was on to BreakThru and more suitcase living until we secured a rental house.

All that to say that the Christmas feeling I used to remember just never seems there with the same punch these days. I guess that’s part of growing up. But I wonder where I lost it. Or did I have the wrong ‘punch’ anyhow?