Christmas morning
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As usual, we were at home Christmas morning. That's a tradition we started our first Christmas as parents to help us reduce the chaos and busy-ness around the holidays. We're protective of not letting the remembrance of Christ's birth become all about traveling and packing and unpacking, because - for our family - all that would be a distraction.
We like to keep Christmas Day calmer than all the hustle and bustle. Other folks can manage that while heading elsewhere; we know ourselves well enough to know that we don't do that well.
And we like Christmas to be comfy. As in coordinating jammies. Because nothing says, "Happy birthday, Jesus," like matching polar bear fleece.
Lee's mom even got into the action because I ordered two pairs for me in different sizes when I bought these on clearance a year ago. The ones that didn't fit me worked perfectly for her!
And nothing says Christmas quite like the assembly of toys, right?
This year, the little guy even understood the concept of unwrapping presents.
There were a couple of princess dresses under the tree, which had to be enjoyed right away!
And books, of course. Lots and lots of books.
See the garland? I wanted something classy. She won out with something colorful and tinsel-y.
Good cuddling on the couch!
She tried hard, but she's not quite ready to blow up her own balloons!
And being at home makes it easy to just fall asleep on the dog's bed when you're worn out. (By the way, the dog never uses his bed. Every other creature under four feet tall - cat or child - does.)
We like to keep Christmas Day calmer than all the hustle and bustle. Other folks can manage that while heading elsewhere; we know ourselves well enough to know that we don't do that well.
And we like Christmas to be comfy. As in coordinating jammies. Because nothing says, "Happy birthday, Jesus," like matching polar bear fleece.
Lee's mom even got into the action because I ordered two pairs for me in different sizes when I bought these on clearance a year ago. The ones that didn't fit me worked perfectly for her!
And nothing says Christmas quite like the assembly of toys, right?
This year, the little guy even understood the concept of unwrapping presents.
There were a couple of princess dresses under the tree, which had to be enjoyed right away!
And books, of course. Lots and lots of books.
See the garland? I wanted something classy. She won out with something colorful and tinsel-y.
Good cuddling on the couch!
She tried hard, but she's not quite ready to blow up her own balloons!
And being at home makes it easy to just fall asleep on the dog's bed when you're worn out. (By the way, the dog never uses his bed. Every other creature under four feet tall - cat or child - does.)
And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,
stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?
It came without ribbons. It came without tags.
It came without packages, boxes or bags.
And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before.
What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store?
What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more?
~Dr. Seuss