Sunday, December 25, 2011

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas! The kids slept until a little before 6. That is an accomplishment within itself. We made a phone call up to Nannie and Papa to let them know that we were about to come upstairs and see if Santa visited. Hunter was really antsy to head up the stairs. I was able to cut in front and get up before him to grab some pics as they discovered all of the goodness that Santa had left behind.
Hunter had asked a few weeks ago for a remote control train. He was ecstatic to see that his wish had been granted. Mackenzie received a tray full of birthday party foods for her new kitchen. Santa also brought the kids a bounce house, a new kitchen , and a new coupe car. He had left some pictures of those items and a letter explaining that they were waiting for them in Florida. Papa brought in his guitar and sang Christmas carols as we played. It was a great morning sitting in our pajamas and not rushing around. Nannie and Papa enjoyed the excitement. We did open stockings prior to leaving for lunch. Nannie discovered that Santa had brought her a ticket to Jellystone Park to see the lights. We decided that we would be going together to enjoy those later that night.
It amazes me the changes that have occurred over the years with our Christmas traditions. It has taken me a while to wrap my mind around the fact we won't be at our home on Christmas morning. However, I wouldn't want our Christmas to be without our family. This year has worked out perfectly. Mom and Dad have been adopted into our Christmas morning traditions. Annmother and Pops are apart of our Christmas Eve traditions. There is no gift more important to me than having those traditions and time to be with our family.
Singing Christmas carols with Papa.  Hunter was amazed that
Papa knew the songs that he had been taught at school.
("Silent Night", "O'Christmas Tree", and some other classics)
Loving the train!
Making me some treats.
They are just too cute.
Hunter coming up the stairs to see what Santa had brought.
Chugga-Chugga-Choo-Choo
Opening our stockings  (I promise I didn't coordinate our pajamas.)