Christmas was good. The kids were happy, excited, and full of wonder. We got to spend time with family and friends. Eat good food. Drink good drinks. We even had a white Christmas! More often than not, it’s a wet Christmas, so the snow definitely added to the holiday, even though it derailed our Christmas day plans a bit. But we still enjoyed.
We had Christmas dinner with my family on Christmas Eve at my brother’s place, as he had to fly back to work on Christmas day.
We all fit at one table! (first time having Christmas in their new house). And Declan napped through dinner, so mama got to eat in peace. Awesome.
We had a fun Christmas morning. It was just Makenna and I for an hour while we waited for little bro to wake up. She opened her stocking and gifts from Santa. Declan finally woke up and she was eager to help him open his stuff from Santa. Then we waited for some family to come over and we opened more. The big kids enjoyed some coffee and baileys and mimosas, while the little kids opened more gifts. And we all watched the snow come down.
Horribly dorky photo of me on the right, courtesy of Makenna.
Not sure why it looks like she’s doing the ‘west side’ hand gesture, ha.
The snow stopped us from driving over the ‘mountainous highway’ to our afternoon destination (to see the kid’s dad), and our power went out as well. My friend saved us, picked us up in her 4×4 and fed us another delicious Christmas dinner. We are so lucky.
We saw their dad the next day, after the snow had turned to rain and washed almost all of the frozen white stuff away. More gifts for the kids. They were definitely spoiled this year. I’ve been trying to instill and teach Makenna gratefulness, especially during this holiday season, but I sometimes think it’s just too much for her to grasp (the bigger ideas of how fortunate we are, compared to many in the world). But I must say…she did so well while opening presents. She stopped after almost every gift and thanked the person it was from (sometimes an over the top hug and smooch to go with it). She would stop and ask, if she forgot, who the gift was from, so she could thank them properly. Very proud of my (not so) little girl.