A nice Christmas

December 26th, 2009

We had a nice Christmas Day yesterday. We started early with opening the presents with our two girls. I love watching their faces as they open their presents. They mostly know what they are getting, but we always try to sneak in a couple of things so they get a surprise. Our oldest daughter said she was saving up for one of her gifts and our youngest got a handbag she had been looking at for months. She was most upset when it had been sold…my wife bought it without her knowing!

After that we went to church. It was a great service with lots of traditional Christmas carols like Oh come all ye faithful, Away in a manger, Hark the herald angels sing, The first nowell and Joy to the world. Our Pastor preached a great sermon titled, “What’s so amazing about Christmas”. The theme was that the Creator stepped into His creation and how this amazing, all powerful God would come as a defenceless baby so He could identify with us and ultimately save us. I got a lot out of it. Someone afterwards said to me it was the most dynamic Christmas Day sermon they had ever heard!

Next was a nice quiet family lunch at home. We didn’t have any relatives come up this year, so it was just my wife, girls and I. It was a nice meal, but I did miss seeing my family. As usual my wife Larissa did a great job in preparing everything. She has a way of making special occasions special. We had a nice big ham (the girls did – I am a vegetarian) with lots of salads and fruit cake and custard for desert. It was a very nice meal and I needed a sleep afterwards to recover!

So what is on the agenda today? Well each year part of my Christmas present is to watch the first day of the Boxing Day Cricket Test Match. I get a free pass to sit all day in front of the TV and cheer the Aussies on. Today they are playing Pakistan who I haven’t seen much of for a while. I hope they do well and we finally get some centuries if the Aussies bat first.

Wherever you are in the world, I hope you had a nice Christmas Day.

God Bless,

Dave