On Our Way To Crazy

Christmas is an interesting time. It’s such a weird mix of the holy and the insane. A beautiful season of waiting and reflection? Check. A plastic tree covered in sparkly balls and twinkle lights? Check.

It’s so easy to get caught up in the ‘everything else’ of Christmas. The shopping and the family confusion and the peppermint and the parties. That stuff is fun and special and kind of the epitome of everything I love. Sometimes you just want to wear an ugly sweater and exchange crap you found in your house, you know?

Kari wrote a beautiful post this week about Christmas being about all of us, that Jesus came for us, specifically and individually. For the world, yes, but also for me. Brandi.

She challenged us to find something that represents us and put ourselves in the nativity. To let ourselves be a part of what’s happening there, for us. For me.

We don’t have a lot around our house in the way of figurines, so the pickings were slim. I decided to go with my good friend El Tormento. Partly because he’s the only thing I could find that resembles a person, and partly because I do think he’s a good representation of me, if you squint and tilt your head a bit. Also, my ipod is named El Tormento. So there’s that.

I think he fits in nicely.