Merry Christmas from the Broaddus Family

(And yes, this is the actual Broaddus family creche scene, complete with black Joseph, white Mary, and a mixed baby Jesus). May God bless you with the very best gift during this Christmas season … Himself.

Of the Father’s love begotten,
Ere the worlds began to be,
He is Alpha and Omega,
He the source, the ending He,
Of the things that are, that have been,
And that future years shall see,
Evermore and evermore!

Dear Santa

Everyday, my boys run out to the mailbox as I check for the day’s mail. They have an excitement, an expectation, though they never get any mail. I keep reminding them that none of their friends know how to write yet. However, they know that mommy or daddy will let them open the junk mail, which is more fun anyway, cause it usually involves envelopes full of coupons. So you can imagine their excitement when I start flipping through the letters and packages (because my wife can’t back away from Ebay) only to find a letter for each of my boys, their first ever. From Santa.

If you want a snapshot of Christmas time in the Broaddus household, despite our Santa discussion last year, the boys are excited about him. They balked at a black Santa display (“Santa’s white!”), but love our creche: a white Mary, a Black Joseph, and a Hispanic Jesus (see, “they” are taking all the good jobs!).

Anyway, I had to read their letters for them, to the delighted squeals of “how did he know?!?” Of course, my wife, keeper of the stamps and curious stationary, also told them that she has Santa’s cell number programmed into her phone. Here’s one letter:

Dear Reese,

Ho! Ho! Ho! It’s almost Christmas and I’ve been making my list and checking it twice to see which boys and girls have been naughty and nice. I’m very happy to see that you’re on my list of nice little boys.

I can’t believe you’re already so big that you’re in Kindergarten this year! Mrs. Brant told me that you’re doing so well in class. I hope you’re enjoying school and keep paying attention to your teacher.

The elves have been busy making lots of toys this year and they told me that you want a Soccer Goal for Christmas. I’ll do my best. My favorite part of Christmas is delivering toys to good children like you and I always try to bring something you’ll like. But remember that the best part of Christmas is being with the people who love you and sharing time with them. Toys are just an
extra special treat. The real meaning of Christmas is about the birth of Jesus Christ.

The reindeer are really looking forward to visiting Indianapolis again this year. Don’t forget to make sure you go to bed early since we can only visit houses where the children are asleep. Also try to obey your mom and dad better and quit fighting so much with Malcolm. Remember, I am watching.

Merry Christmas! Love,


I told the boys I obviously didn’t write it. “Ho! Ho! Ho!” would have been followed by a joke and the phrase “bad ass kids” would have been used a lot more. They’ve been carrying their letters around with them ever since. I bet once they start getting bills they’ll be a lot less excited to see the mailman.

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