At first glance, when seeing their antlers, I thought they were little reindeer. However, looking at their faces, I discovered they were bears!
Bears with reindeer antlers definitely appealed to me and that year I bought a slew of them and gave them to almost everyone I knew and then some.
Well, they made the cross-country trip back to the east coast with us. Every Christmas that I find them packed away in the attic (some years I don't find them at all), they make me smile all over again.
Now I'm going to share something that didn't make me smile. It made me sad.
In church on Sunday, I sat behind a family with several kids. One little boy, no more than three years old, was among them.
Now, he was a typical squirmy little fellow for this age. The family sat toward the end of a pew so there was no way to see much.
The father of this little boy kept glaring at him. Then grimaced. Then mouthed "SIT DOWN NOW."
My heart was jumping inside because the look on that parent's face was scary.
Did he want that little fellow to sit, like a statue, and not move? He was a child, and a very young child at that!
Not a story book, not a toy, nothing was provided him. Even the mother kept "shushing" him and glaring at him.
My heart was heavy and I didn't pay much attention to anything else at that church service. I just felt so sad for the little boy.
What I was thinking about that father, who obviously needed parenting classes, was not conducive to brotherly love. And I was in church!
Honestly, parents should bring things for their little ones to at least look at in church.
They shouldn't expect them to act like miniature adults. They are NOT adults. They are little children, for crying out loud.
It made me quake in my shoes to think of that father's interaction with his son at home.
The memories that are being created at that tender age will surely make that little boy, once grown up, hate church. How sad is that?
I smiled at the little boy, who was trying to amuse himself with an adult's hymnal. He smiled back. Unfortunately, the father's angry face didn't change much at all.
I wish I could show that little boy today's reindeer bears and make him laugh.
Wish I could show the father, too. God knows he needed to learn to laugh.
DO ANY OF YOUR HOLIDAY DECORATIONS MAKE YOU LAUGH?