Last post I talked about a greater desire to celebrate Christmas this year and feeling a greater sense of its meaning and joy.  Don't get me wrong, I do have my moments.  I would be lying if I said I didn't.  I would be lying if I said I certainly did not tell Amy Grant to suck it as she was singing on my radio about the most wonderful time of the year as I drove away from donating off Mr. 1inmillion's coats and shoes.  It would also be a lie to tell you I'm singing happy Christmas carols even half as much as Dolly Parton's Hard Candy Christmas. 

I'd be lying if I said no, I'm not lonely.  No, I don't miss having an adult with whom to have conversations and of course I absolutely enjoy having kids around me all. the. time.  It would be a definite untruth to tell you there's no way I've looked at online dating sites.  If I did, it certainly did not result in laughter, freak outs and a near panic attack. Lies.  (Let me just say, those single sites are massive a high way pile up.  You shouldn't slow down to gawk at the wreckage but oh my gravy you can't stop looking. Alot of freak shows out there.)  No way did I let all three kids in on the fun of rapid-fire profile rating yesterday and no, I have no idea why any one of my children might say sexy-love-train-plus some random number and giggle uncontrollably.  Of course not.  I am mom of the year.  Liar. Liar. Liar. Yes, my pants are on fire. 

Many moments may be consumed by anger or sadness, but they are just moments.  There is deep down joy in Christmas. Far beyond our circumstances joy.  Also the grace of a savior and forgiveness for my sins.  Such as lying.