It's Christmas! I was the only person awake at 7:15am, so I called Maisie and wished her a Merry Christmas. She was a little teary, she told me that she wasn't ready to open presents yet, so we set up her messenger call on the window sill and she was apart of the entire morning.
At 7:36am I heard the carolers from the basement stairs, and the morning began.
Here are my is our 2024 group of Christmas posterity.
Bea and Winnie added that extra special dimension, that ate all the pacakaging and played with all the peper.
Eddie was quite excited about his Nerf orbeez gun. Luckily Ryan and Nick received the same gun, so then they spent much of the afternoon targeting each other. Eddie had welts all over his back, but the only stray bullet that hit Bea's head did not leave a welt.
Nick came spazzing up the stairs with all the excitement of a little kid.
Christmas DayAndy had to follow his act. Please note that I did not give pajamas this year. Andy summed up my sentiments, "That's fine, we only wear them one time anyway." Nick rummaged through his drawers and found a set, Andy demanded the top, but he managed to hold on to the bottoms. Andy wore his little Christmas shirt the entire day. AHAHHAH!
After the stockings were torn apart and explored, something different happened this year. All of the siblings bought gifts for each other. One sibling passed our their gifts to each person then we opened them at the same time. We cheered and thanked the giver with hugs an speeches. The gifts were thoughtful and thrifty, and the "giving" vibe was palpable.
Ryan's Gifts "I gave Eddie what I wanted."
Bald Triplets.
We laughed at Andy's wrapping job -- not even Christmas paper.
Meticulous Maddie took her sweet time.
Molly's haul from the parents, surrounded by the hulu hoop from Nick.
The group. That final picture around the tree is always a bit sad. The magic of the new gifts is over, and we know that we have to move on.
Oh! The elf created a sledding hill complete with igloos, Little People neighbors and snow.
Grandma and Grandpa always have a breakfast feast just waiting for the gluttons. Grandpa's special flax/blueberry pancakes were hearty and delicious.
Grandma rarely sits whilst we do.
Grandma sent us out to feed the chickens a Christmas feast as well. At one point I saw Andy laying on the driveway, Nick pouring the pecans on his chest and both of them waiting for the birds to eat from his belly.
After our feast breakfast feast fit for a king, we were home for a couple hours (a quick workout, present return details and an orbeez war) it was time for prime rib roast. Sweet Austin and I worked together.
The day was dwindling at this point, but there were a few people we still needed to love. Off we went to visit Cora (in Haven) and Carol (at home). We sang with our bells and loved with our souls.
The Grandparents and the Olmsteads came to watch "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever" via Dallas Jenkins, but we were all in and out talking to Maisie most of the evening.
A beautiful day in which our greatest blessings were felt and graditude was given to Him who was born, to Him who died, and to Him who was resurrected so that we, too, might enjoy the blessings of eternal families forever. Merry Christmas!
