Christmas morning is normally such a blur for me. Every year, no matter how much planning I do, no matter how many lists I create, or how many days in advance I begin on whatever handmade gifts I am making…somehow, I still end up staying up late on Christmas Eve, stressed over what I didn’t complete, suddenly remembering what I forgot to buy, and wondering if the kids will know how loved they are, based upon the gifts they receive (how’s that for an incredible run-on sentence? lol).
The morning’s festivities are always over in a matter of minutes and Christmas day is a crazy relay of running from one grandparent’s home to another….loading the kids up on sugar and having to deal with nonstop tantrums. The evening ends, with us returning home, completely deflated and exhausted.
This year, I let go of all of that. I wrote some letters from Santa to a couple of kids, explaining why their gifts would be made/bought later in the week and we spent the evening with the older boys, watching a movie and laughing. We were still up late, but it was a peaceful event, with Aaron and I finishing up a few projects and wrapping very few gifts.
This morning, the kids let me sleep in until 9:30 and I enjoyed every minute of them opening their gifts. They were completely understanding of my promises to finish up ponies, Wubblies’ clothing, and the pink bunny Santa promised Ryan. Every one of the kids LOVED the Wubblies, they wanted to take them with us as we traveled and they are all excited to help me make clothes for their babies. It was so worth all of the time I spent on them, to see the joy in their faces, as they picked which ones they wanted to play with today (which touched my heart, as Ryan’s first choice was the baby with cerebral palsy and Luken’s was the baby with only one leg). They made sure none of the Wubblies went unloved and wrapped them up in fabric, to keep their naked bodies from getting cold, as we were out visiting loved ones.
We spent some time at my mom’s, using Skype to visit with my brother, who is on an LDS mission for another 19 months. Then we headed to my dad’s, where we had a light lunch with my family and the kids enjoyed the gifts Papa gave them. Luken had so much fun with the remote-control helicopter, I actually am thinking of getting it out tonight and trying it out for myself. We made the trek down to Aaron’s parent’s home and enjoyed more yummy food and visiting with his family. I mentioned to Aaron’s mom that I need suggestions on how to make doll clothes and she pulled out a bin of several patterns, which she offered to me. I now have several adorable patterns to use, as I put together my own patterns. We wrapped up this evening, watching a movie with the kids and making plans for the rest of the week. It was such a beautiful day for all of us. It was exactly how it should be, peaceful and bright, filled to the brim with the simple joys of Christmas. And that is exactly why we celebrate this day of the year, to remember that He brought joy to the world.
Love to all of my friends who take the time to read my seemingly silly or boring posts. I love sharing little snippets of my life with you. It was fun to take 25 days and force myself to take more photographs….even if it was mostly for me. Merry Christmas! Hope your lives are peaceful and bright. 🙂