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AuburnChick Shares a Favorite Christmas Memory

With this being the first day of December, I thought it would be fun to share a favorite Christmas memory every day leading to the BIG day.  I’ve been thinking about this for the last few days…sifting through highlights in my mind.  Which ones to share?  Fun, fun, fun!  I hope you enjoy them!

Day 1 – Holiday Memory

My parents divorced when I was very young.  I believe my sister and I spent only one Christmas with my dad.  That Christmas, there were TONS of presents under the tree!  There was one very large gift way far back, behind the tree.  I couldn’t believe it when I heard Dad call out my name and hand it to me.

It was a dollhouse.  A lovely, wooden dollhouse.  Not the plastic kind the stores sell nowadays.

The house was completely open on one side, and all of the rooms were empty.

After opening the dollhouse, there were lots of other gifts to open.  Every single thing I opened afterward was a piece for the house.  I was strangely disappointed when, after about the 20th present, I caught on to the fact that all of my gifts would be house accessories.   Who knows…I might have gotten a little something different, but all I can remember is, “Oh, look, a kitchen table.  Oh, and look at the couch.”

Looking back, I can see that it truly was a unique gift.  My dad was a wonderful gift-giver.

Murphy’s Law

Murphy’s Law…bites sometimes, doesn’t it?

All this weekend, I checked the online subbing website trolling for subbing jobs for this week.  I had jobs for Wednesday and Thursday but none for Monday and Tuesday.  I don’t make much as it is, but to not work for two days…not good.

So last night I had myself a good ole time…knitting the night away.  I mean, if I wasn’t going to work on Monday why go to bed early?

I did hit the sack around 12pm, but then I had trouble falling asleep.  I remember looking at the clock around 1am.  Not good.  I finally drifted off, though.

And of course I didn’t set my alarm clock.  Fortunately, my phone woke me up at 6am.  Good timing!  That’s when I usually jump in the shower after hitting the snooze six times (ten minutes per snooze).  I jumped up and, just for fun, decided to call the sub hotline.

Uh oh…there was a job available at my favorite high school…for the art teacher.

I contemplated.

Should I pretend I didn’t hear it and do what I had planned to do today?  I mean, who can resist sweeping the floors and washing walls, for heaven’s sake?  Or, should I choose to go out and earn some money.

The lure of money, however paltry, was too much.  I caved and accepted the assignment.

I’ve gotta tell you that I’m feeling a little nauseous, and my tummy isn’t feeling so great either.  That’s what happens when my body misses out on a good night’s sleep.

So here I sit, on Planning, waiting for my day to truly begin.

That’s okay.  I’m thankful that God provided, just as He always does.