It was such a busy month, I didn't keep up with my blog very well. There was one Sunday that was particularly bad. Spencer was sick with a fever and the Christmas tree fell over and almost landed on the baby. I heard the crash from the next room and ran in to find little Parker sitting calmly in his baby chair with a big tree across the play tray and broken ornaments all around him. He just smiled (he always smiles) and looked at me as if to say, "What happened here, Mommy?" I forgot the third unfortunate event that day, but I remember Andy saying our life was like a country-western song.
The streak of bad luck resumed on Christmas Eve when I backed into another car in a parking lot. I was out searching for some new Christmas socks for Andy to wear to church the next day. Silly, I know, but it was the last little surprise I wanted to get. I went all over the place, seeking in vain for festive church socks. I was about to leave another disappointing attempt when CRUNCH! That fearful sound strikes terror and dread in my heart. It wasn't horrible, but it sure wasn't what I wanted for Christmas. The other driver (an older man with his wife) seemed pretty disgruntled at first, but he softened right up when he saw how distressed I was. Turns out the insurance companies decided to split the damages 50/50, so he's probably disgruntled all over again.


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