The kids are pretty dang fired up. The lights are lit. Cookies are on the table. The big man comes tonight. Tomorrow we will have a fine family celebration. Thankfully we have that. I’m pretty excited myself. Hurrah and all that. Hurrah for Christmas.
Table Set for Christmas Eve at Bed Time
Note in the photo:
- Christmas tree cookie jar–NOT filled with cookies for Santa
- Cookies for Santa–sugar cookies with “stained glass” melted Life Saver centers
- Mandatory milk to accompany cookies
- Plastic angel with working (!) candle from 30+ years ago.
- Lists for Santa
- Egg carton filled with sparkly art project for Saint Nick to admire
Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!
In the middle of the night my son came into the room, as he does at times. He was sleepy. He asked me a question.
“Daddy, how come Santa never takes showers?”
“How do you know he never takes showers?”
“Because he doesn’t have a shower anywhere in his workshop.”
“I bet he does but you just haven’t seen it. I’m sure he must get clean somehow.”
And he went back to sleep.
Evidence of the Fat Man's Presence
We had a classic Christmas here at our house. Our children were pumped up on treats and gifts. As it should be. Santa came in the night and did his thing. We all benefited from his visit.
The parents were awake (5:30) before the youngsters (6:00 for one, 7:00 for the other) and we got started early. Snow showers fell during the critical morning hours to lend to the air of Christmas, but it was warm enough for some icy outdoor play after lunch. In the afternoon, both my wife and I even managed to fit in a run on this not quite frozen day.
The kids opened gifts all morning. We tried to keep it going slowly. We did not stick to the one-at-a-time everyone-goes-in-turn method employed when I grew up. We will do that in time, but it just feels wrong to keep small children from enjoying the thrill of unwrapping.
By request, we had pizza for lunch. We had out usual dinner of mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce, peas and roasted maple butternut squash. That went down just fine. I realized that I did not have any candy until I had a half dozen M&M’s as I was making dinner. I did, however, have a vanilla Coke.
My daughter was so tuckered from going to bed late, rising early, and playing hard all day, that she was asleep by about 5:30. Her brother followed about an hour later. They couldn’t have had a better time. They don’t usually squabble, but had nary a disagreement all day.
Maybe we need to do this every day.