(you can tell this is pre-haircut for jack)
I love Christmas Sunday. I love everyone dressed up--especially the children-- I love looking out over the congregation and seeing all variations of Christmas colors. I love singing the Christmas music, especially trying to bust out the harmony on "Angels We Have Heard on High." I like teaching the children that day, and watching them make their presents for their parents, chatting while they make cards to go with it. I like their squeals of delight when I give them those lame-butt Christmas tree cakes from Little Debbie.
And I really like dressing up the girls in their coordinating dresses (how much longer will that last?), laying out their shiny black church shoes, seeing them get excited over picking out their hair accessories, etc. It's just kind of fun, you know, a fun nerdy little tradition. Then I go back to my underachieving life already in progress.