Christmas.... is a big deal.
Sometimes I wish it was less of a big deal.
Christmas Eve got off to a bit of a rough start when I went to the store to get a few last items and my backup camera blanked in the middle of me backing... which was also when the gal who parked across from me was backing... which I would have known if my camera hadn't cut out. Our cars briefly kissed and then after a short and apologetic conversation, we both threw up our hands and went on our merry ways. Still, I was kicking myself for the rest of the day.
I got over it in time for the Christmas Eve festivities, which included (as always) Jesus' birthday cake.
The kids always look forward to decorating the cake as one of the great highlights of the evening.
I must say they did a pretty good job this year. It's actually not half bad.
There was a lot of leftover frosting, but I have no idea where it ended up.
After dinner and cake and the Reading of the Christmas Story and the Opening of the Pajamas, we went to go see lights. Jane had to bring Scruffy along. Scruffy goes everywhere with Jane. Chances are good he will accompany her to college. We will cross that bridge when we come to it.
After the lights, we put the kids to bed and made the magic of Christmas.
The next morning, the kids were like... kids on Christmas morning.
Emily has been looking forward to getting a guitar for Christmas. She has been learning on a school-issued guitar all year and she was thrilled to finally have her own.
Jane also had a great Christmas morning. Her favorite present seems to be this panda blanket, in which she has taken up permanent residence.
We topped things off with a healthy breakfast.
Emily spent the rest of the day playing her new guitar.
And Jane spent the rest of the day not getting dressed and watching movies while eating candy from her stocking. She's allowed. It was Christmas, after all.
That's all, folks. Christmas is great. And I'm so glad it only happens once a year.





































