Sometimes I like to think we’ve done a good job telling our kids about the real meaning of Christmas.
That we’ve kept the “Christ” in Christmas.
That we’re celebrating the reason for the season at the Acuff house.
That though there is no cake, my kids understand this is Jesus’ birthday.
And then I come home and find that they’ve Lion Kinged our nativity. Parents of the year, ladies and gentleman, the Acuffs.
