Christmas Eve Day was not typical. But still great.
Nate took Natalie and went to a Young Men's basketball practice in the morning. When he got home, the kids ran around happily while he worked on his painting of a peregrine falcon. I think I was cleaning or something. I made a quick trip the mall, and when I got back we went on a family bike ride to a park.
We had "dinner by candlelight" that night.
The kids got to open presents from me and Nate...new pajamas and books. We read some Christmas books and scripture stories. And we changed the children's pupils to red for extra Christmas spirit. :)
We used some dough I had in the fridge and made cookies for Santa.
The kids went to bed like champs and slept through the night. Wake up time was probably about 6:30.
We have church at 9, but we were still able to open presents, get some breakfast, and get there in time. Christmas miracle? I think so. We tear into those gifts at this house. It's all just one big crazy moment. Christmas morning is just way too awesome for words.
And Emmy is left wondering, "What in the world just happened? I don't know, but I liked it."
Our poor tree looked like it had been beaten with a log by the time December 25 rolled around. Emmy had no respect. And everything and anything got turned into an "ornament." You should have seen some of the things the kids tried to get me to hang on the poor thing.
Here is Christmas morning magic:
We had a delicious ham dinner with the Nelsons and tried out the parachute Nate and I got for the kids. We all remember parachute day at PE! Blessings in heaven for that man for going out in the cold and playing with them.