Like most people, our holiday season started several weeks ago with shopping and planning and then the baking, and more shopping, and cooking, and baking, and more shopping . . . I think I got my father's shopping genes. No matter how many gifts he had purchased he always was out at the stores on Christmas Eve getting more. I just couldn't stop, but at least I can blame heredity!
We had some fun with our gifts this year. Matt got some fun stuff, like some albums he had wanted, and also some practical stuff, like work clothes. The girls got toys and books and art supplies. I got a Nook and a couple of books and a few other fantastic things.
On Thursday night we decorated sugar cookies (gluten free sugar cookies!). Well, I should say, Matt and the girls decorated most of them while I gabbed on the phone with my mom.
On Friday morning we decorated "gingerbread" houses. We learned from the girls' school to use graham crackers instead of gingerbread and it's such a great substitute.
I made a big Mexican dinner for us and four friends for Christmas Eve. They brought over Wits and Wagers (and their iPad!) and we played for a little while before it was time to get the girls to bed so Santa could come!
The girls put out a snack and a gift for Santa and his reindeer.
Here's the girls after they got to the tree in the morning to discover what Santa had left for them! (and their mom and dad and aunts and uncles and grandparents, too!)
The girls got pillow pets from my sister's family. HUGE hit this year!
I love, love, love the magic of this time of year. I love indulging in the whole Santa thing, keeping up the illusion that the jolly man with the white beard actually visits in the middle of the night and leaves gifts. They have the whole rest of their lives to not believe in such frivolity, but for now? We LOVE it.
Today when Matt was watching a basketball game they had interviews with some of the players about what they love about Christmas. Kobe Bryant was on saying his favorite part was when the kids wake up and there is that moment of excitement when they realize that it's Christmas and Santa had come in the night. I have to agree with him. Well, that and the moment they see the gifts under the tree and their eyes grow about eight hundred sizes. And the shrieks. And squeals. It's priceless. And amazing. I love Christmas.
Merry Christmas, all!