We spent Christmas Eve at Mawmaw’s and Marie’s, exchanging gifts and chatting while the kids ran wild around the house. James has a nice purple bruise on his hip as a result. Francesca really liked her matching scarves. Leah has enough glittery items to fill a pixie forest.
We got home late, but baked and decorated Santa’s cookies anyway.
Zac worked Christmas morning, which sucked, but he was only gone about two hours. We had our traditional cinnamon roll-breakfast and opened gifts. Sean’s mom invited us over for lunch, which was so nice of her.
Hopefully next year Santa will bring just one gift for each of the kids and Mama will do the whole “something they want, something they need, something to wear, something to read” gifts. That is, if my soon-to-be eight-year-old still holds on to his Santa magic.