This spring has just been stupid. We haven't been warm at all and it's been incredibly wet, so much so that for the first time in 6 years our sump pump is plugged in 24/7 and goes off with disturbing regularity. It's grey and dingy and if it wasn't above freezing I would mistake it for February. Soccer games are hit and miss - last Saturday William's game was played in what can only be described as a deluge and other games this week have been cancelled because the fields are in terrible condition.
Tessa seems to think it's December, however. She has been wanting to watch Christmas shows (Barbie in The Nutcracker and How the Grinch Stole Christmas were the last two DVD's that she chose from the library) and today she insisted on listening to Christmas music in the car. Luckily I still had the Glee Christmas CD handy so as drove to Sam's Club we sang along to "Jingle Bells" and "Baby It's Cold Outside".
As we got out of the car at the store, Tessa astutely commented that Christmas songs were supposed to talk about Jesus. I pointed out that lots of them did - as a matter of fact we had just been listening to one (God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen). She thought for a minute and said that I was right, that the song said that Jesus came to save us from sin and the power of Santa (not Satan, as the song says). Maybe we need to have a few more lessons on Christmas? Not sure Easter was the time I thought I'd be doing that, but whenever the opportunity presents itself, right?
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