From Guest Blogger – Ellissa Clark
This Christmas something happened that I had never seen before in my entire life. My mom milked cows! It has been an ongoing ‘tradition’ in our family that as the Clark kids, we milk the cows on Christmas morning. Every year my older brother and I would be awakened at 4:30 by our mom, who would attempt to make it seem like heading to the farm on Christmas morning to milk cows would be a great adventure. As an 8 year old it was hard, and as I grew older I learned it never would get easier, but this year was different. This Christmas my parents volunteered to milk the cows on Christmas morning. I was pretty excited. I could finally have the Christmas morning that I had been dreaming about since I was 8. Yet, as Christmas morning came I didn’t feel like I had expected to. It didn’t seem like Christmas morning without being at the farm. So my sisters and I piled in the truck and headed down to the farm to feed the calves. Now that the whole family was at the farm, it felt more like Christmas. I have learned that Christmas isn’t about opening presents early in the morning or about milking cows. Christmas is about spending time with your family and those you love, whether you are spending Christmas at home or spending Christmas in a milk barn.
Click here to read more about Ellissa’s experiences on the farm at Christmas.