Last night we had potato-carrot soup with bacon, oyster stew, and cheese and crackers. We opened stocking stuffers without any stockings. Amy was thrilled with her own bag of shaped pasta and one of goldfish crackers — and other little things, too.
There was a bath, and a sleep, and that was Christmas Eve.
This morning, little one woke at her normal time, as if it were any other day. A quick peek in the living room at the tree and presents, then to the kitchen for a leisurely breakfast of “monkey bread,” banana, and orange juice.
She was able to open most of her presents all by herself, with great concentration and enjoyment. And although she made her eagerness for her own next present known, she was able to wait and let everyone take their turns.
A little cleaning up, a lot of playing, the taking of many pictures, the nibbling of a little lunch, more playing, and now, a nap. Later, cornish hens, sweet potatoes, stuffing, and pumpkin pie with whipped cream, and it is Christmas.
Some talked about Santa — Amy doesn’t really know the story yet; perhaps in the after-Christmas sales I’ll look for a book that can tell the story joyfully and historically.
We didn’t talk much about Jesus, other than to mention it’s his birthday, and we read an Arch book about the nativity last night. There will be other times.
I prayed last night that Amy would feel blessed with her presents, and that the way we handled things would neither foster greed and discontent, nor guilt and un-allowedness-to-enjoy-things.
There are some lovely pictures of our time here with Prochaskas, but they will have to wait until we return home and I can sort and edit them.
May your Christmas be merry, and restful, if you celebrate, and if you don’t, a lovely ordinary day to you.