Christmas Magic

Each year in our household, we find what we call "Christmas Magic." One year it was homemade goodies left on our doorstep each night for the 12 days of Christmas. Some years it came in the form of snowflakes hanging from the girl's ceilings when they woke up on Christmas morning. Last year it was stopping at Starbucks, getting favorite drinks and sharing them with friends in front of a roaring fire while laughing and talking until the wee hours of the morning.

This year it came a bit early, in the unlikely form of dancing in the rec. hall of a Korean church. It was Christmas Magic at it's finest.  There were old and new friends involved. Lots of laughter, good spirits, not a bit of judgement ANYwhere. Just plain old fun. We have reconnected with a support group for families with children who have Down Syndrome. Each year they put on three dances for the older kids-and boy, do they know how to have a good time. Let me show you:

First, some friends came by to see Miss Brenna in all her finery. You know you are blessed beyond reason when you have friends like this.

Then, some at-home pictures.

Time to party!

First, the D.J.'s wife gave some dance lessons and etiquette guidance on how to ask a young lady for a dance, and how to politely accept.  The kids from the church where we held the dance joined in to help mix things up a bit. Brenna quickly got over the politeness and later ran up to her first partner and said, "Hey, wanna dance with me?" To which he responded with a cool and calm thumbs up.

It sure didn't matter this night if you were president of ASB or a cheerleader or a science nerd. In fact, this was an even playing field in it's most beautiful form.

These kids just wanted to dance the night away!

This next picture? It made me laugh and cry at the same time. The D.J. played High School Musical's, "Soaring." Brenna knows every word by heart. ...."There's not a star in heaven that we can't reach...oh, we're breaking free..."

I think she embraces that sentence in this picture:

Her "microphone" clutched in her hand, she is in her own world, belting out the song.

So was this friend:

I wish so much I could have that freedom.

Happy Christmas Season to all...

Love, Lynn