WonderGirl wrote a letter to Santa the other day. I've been meaning to take a picture of it, but I'll just paraphrase here:
We already have so many presents, so please save ours for next year. Just fill our stockings.
As I looked under the tree, I agreed with her. Thanks to some very generous aunts, uncles and friends, our tree already looked bountiful. Of course there were other toys hidden away that husband and I were bursting to share Christmas morning. But we went to bed feeling far more blessed than we deserve. Christmas morning was everything it should be, although it I could do it again I would probably monitor how much candy the Dude ate, seeing as we skipped breakfast and all he'd eaten all morning was M&Ms, fruit snacks and candy canes. We went to a friend's house for lunch and he was berzerk. Well, more than usual anyway,
Last Christmas was a tough one. We'd just found out the husband's job was on the chopping block and we were struggling to keep a stiff upper lip for the kids. We still had a wonderful day, but it also made me so much more thankful for the peace we got to enjoy this year.
Although the husband just asked me what we had planned for the next week, and I said nothing. So there's a good chance we're going to hop in the car and drive 14 hours to Atlanta tomorrow. Why not?
And now our Christmas, according to instagram:
|Christmas Eve dinner with friends. Biblical themed - not pictured, a goodly amount of goat cheese.|
|WG found this in our host's dress up collection. Greatest photo-op ever?|
|He was literally chugging M&Ms.|
|- and then racing madly along our walkway of bubble wrap. Uncle Aaron and Aunt Katherine are geniuses.|
|Not to brag, but I did get this completely unsolicited accolade.|
I hope you are feeling full of good stuff today. Merry Christmas!
Oh, and you really shouldn't miss the husband's and my dueling Christmas letters. I think he beat me out in the snark department, but I edged him out in the visual aesthetic category. By actually having a visual aesthetic to begin with.