My favorite moment of Christmas occurs just before midnight on Christmas Eve. I'm the only one up. I've finished cleaning the kitchen, wrapping the presents, and stuffing the stockings, and am ready to head up the stairs and fall into bed. The house is quiet and dark, except for the sparkling lights on the tree.
Reverence. Gratefulness. Anticipation.
The kids were so excited about their gift for me that they made me open it FIRST!
it's a Snuggie!
I was really good about not going overboard on the gifts this year. Part of it was finances, part of it was experience. I bought my 3-year-old twins two toys: a farm animal set and . . .
this little car, which they have not stopped playing with since they ran into the living room on Christmas morning and spied it under the tree.
It wouldn't be Christmas without our best friends and their family over for dinner.
This year, it's official. We've turned into our parents . . .
the children have been assigned to a kid's table!
I hope you and your families all experienced a wonderful holiday together. Now, throw out the cookies and fudge and pies and cakes. And candy canes and toffees and truffles and peanut brittle. The High Festival of Butter has ended. It's time to get serious and lose some weight. Yeah, yeah, I know. Starting January 1.
Dinner last night: leftovers and cookies