Christmas Eve:
I love Christmas Eve. I love watching the grandkids act out the story of Jesus's birth (at first I wrote "act out Jesus's birth," but that just sounds like we had some small child reenact a labor scene...gross). My dad always narrates and my brother is always the donkey and now that I am old, I always get to be a spectator. I remember as a child, the part of Mary was always the coveted role, but Ellie just wanted to be an angel. Jack was supposed to be holding the star of Bethlehem, but he was removed from his star-holding duties after attempting to impale the baby Jesus (played by his tiny cousin Krew). After getting the religious stuff out of the way, my dad then told his Pack for Santa's Back story.
Another story that has been told every Christmas Eve for as long as I can remember. Jesus's birth and Santa's Pack have always gone hand in hand. The kids were riveted. We also continued the tradition of eating Jesus's birthday cake and Mark once again was a party pooper and refused to let us sing Happy Birthday. Not that I didn't try.
My parents had just returned from a Disney Cruise/trip to Disney World with my oldest brother and his family. They decided they would buy a gift for all 21 grandkids at Disney World. I imagine they spent their entire time at Disney World shopping. But the grandkids were so excited with their gifts.
We ended the night by having the kids open their Christmas pajamas and attempting to photograph them in all their cuddly cuteness.
I woke the kids up at 6:30am on Christmas Day. Yeah, that's right, I WOKE THEM UP! Tom thought I was being ridiculous, but I wanted them to have plenty of time to open and play with their gifts before going to church. It worked like a charm.
After church, we went over to my Mother-in-Law's house where the living room was completely full of gifts. We ate a delicious meal to build up our strength for all that unwrapping. It was crazy, I was unwrapping gifts like a mad-woman and then promptly shoving them in a large, black, trash bag.
So, when we got home that night and I was going through and sorting them, I kept discovering all kinds of neat stuff I had missed the first time around. It was like Christmas times 2. Anyway the kids had fun destroying my MIL's house. Jack even managed to pull a curtain rod down on his head, giving himself a black eye. I am pretty sure my mother-in-law takes great pleasure in buying my kids the noisiest toys available.
I love Christmas Eve. I love watching the grandkids act out the story of Jesus's birth (at first I wrote "act out Jesus's birth," but that just sounds like we had some small child reenact a labor scene...gross). My dad always narrates and my brother is always the donkey and now that I am old, I always get to be a spectator. I remember as a child, the part of Mary was always the coveted role, but Ellie just wanted to be an angel. Jack was supposed to be holding the star of Bethlehem, but he was removed from his star-holding duties after attempting to impale the baby Jesus (played by his tiny cousin Krew). After getting the religious stuff out of the way, my dad then told his Pack for Santa's Back story.
Another story that has been told every Christmas Eve for as long as I can remember. Jesus's birth and Santa's Pack have always gone hand in hand. The kids were riveted. We also continued the tradition of eating Jesus's birthday cake and Mark once again was a party pooper and refused to let us sing Happy Birthday. Not that I didn't try.
My parents had just returned from a Disney Cruise/trip to Disney World with my oldest brother and his family. They decided they would buy a gift for all 21 grandkids at Disney World. I imagine they spent their entire time at Disney World shopping. But the grandkids were so excited with their gifts.
We ended the night by having the kids open their Christmas pajamas and attempting to photograph them in all their cuddly cuteness.
Christmas Day:
I woke the kids up at 6:30am on Christmas Day. Yeah, that's right, I WOKE THEM UP! Tom thought I was being ridiculous, but I wanted them to have plenty of time to open and play with their gifts before going to church. It worked like a charm.
After church, we went over to my Mother-in-Law's house where the living room was completely full of gifts. We ate a delicious meal to build up our strength for all that unwrapping. It was crazy, I was unwrapping gifts like a mad-woman and then promptly shoving them in a large, black, trash bag.
So, when we got home that night and I was going through and sorting them, I kept discovering all kinds of neat stuff I had missed the first time around. It was like Christmas times 2. Anyway the kids had fun destroying my MIL's house. Jack even managed to pull a curtain rod down on his head, giving himself a black eye. I am pretty sure my mother-in-law takes great pleasure in buying my kids the noisiest toys available.
Christmas Day After:
We went to my father-in-law's house for one final day of celebrating. We filled up on yummy fajitas and watched the kids play.
It was fun visiting, but it was right during Jack's nap-time and towards the end he started to have a meltdown. His sister teasing him didn't help.
Sorry about the marks on your window, Tom!
It was fun visiting, but it was right during Jack's nap-time and towards the end he started to have a meltdown. His sister teasing him didn't help.
Sorry about the marks on your window, Tom!I love Christmas. Three days filled with my three favorite things: food, family, and fun (not necessarily in that order)!
1 comments:
Glad to hear that yall had a great Christmas! We celebrated for 3 days straight between both Eric's and I's family and will have one more Christmas celebration next week when all my siblings come to town. I love stretching all the festivities out too! PS the kids look super cute in their Christmas Sunday best!
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