Happy December 20, 2010
Create an atmosphere of the Christmas Story going simple. If you have little kids make a fort with chairs, and blankets. (Go inside) If you live near a barn or a garage, a shed, a park with a overhang picnic area, bring blankets and a candle or flashlight.
It is not the place necessarily, but the gathering and talking about it. Tell the story in your own words. Try to make it come alive in your family’s minds—your way. The less you do, the better. It can be a great memory to remember that family night sitting there just talking about the first Christmas…This may be a good time to sing after…Away in a manger.
An Idea: Supper in Bethlehem:
The first Christmas wasn’t celebrated with a big old Turkey or Ham. To give a historical feel for the holiday do an authentic supper from the Middle East. Maybe something Joseph and Mary might have shared with guests or ate along their way to Bethlehem. Middle Eastern foods include Pita bread, olives, hummus, cucumber soup, yogurt, lamb, and small round cheeses. (Goat cheese is a good choice and historically accurate.) You can serve dinner in wooden bowls and eat with your hands. Don’t forget, they had no electricity either, so dine in candlelight maybe on a blanket on the floor. (Don’t forget to save some for the donkey)
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Every year since I was born, our family has gone to Lake Tahoe, CA for the summer. There is a special beach there that our family calls "Rubbing Rock Beach" because it's the only beach in Lake Tahoe that produces these dark black, smooth, silky rocks. We'd spend the day skipping them and throwing them into the water, but before we'd go my mom would always tell us, "Don't forget to find your rubbing rock. It has to last you until next year." To us, our rubbing rock was a reminder of the laziness of summer, the memories under the sun, the joys of being with family, and our good luck charm until we could come back next year. That's why this blog's address has its name.
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