Christmas morning...at last. This year has been the best thus far with Zachary. He has understood every aspect, even misbehaving means Santa might not come.
He stayed in his room until 8am, which none of us expected because we were all up by 7:15 am. The next thing I hear from around the corner, is "It's Christmas morning!" STOP...I need to get the camera ready. OK, go.
He saw the items Santa left for him. These were not wrapped, so big thrill apparently. After a bit of encouraging, he did open one box. But back to the wrapped items. "No, no, no, let's do the stocking first." In my attempt to create and control the "perfect" Christmas morning, things were not going as expected.
DUMP...out came all the stocking gifts. Nothing too great here apparently because again, all was unwrapped. Now on to other wrapped presents. He did at least grab the ones with his name. I made one last effort to coordinate opening gifts with Zachary and everyone else. No luck. He was going through presents like a monkey eating an unlimited supply of bananas. Unfortunately, there did not seem to be much excitement as my mom and I tried to get a comment or two from him. On to the next gift, and the next, and the next, until all of his were gone, and then the ones with no names. "Whose is this? Can I open this?" The words flew out of his mouth like a machine gun. Then he tried to open other people's presents.
I sat in amazement and wonder. What just happened? In less than about 30 minutes all of his Christmas presents were open. (Sigh). Open your presents now. All is well. No, I don't get to open mine, I must prep all of his and then play with him, all the while half opening my stocking and shoving pancakes and fruit salad in my mouth. Now I felt like the monkey inhaling bananas.
This year, my joy on Christmas day came when I finally sat down after dinner to watch a movie and reflect on the day. I thought about a little boys excitement leading up to the big day, and how I had been busy being a hostess. When I realized, our phone did not ring once nor had we called anyone. It was just family, in the quiet of our home. I thought, that is how it must have been for Mary and Joseph. After the birth, when all had calmed, an opportunity came to reflect on that great day. I'm still reflecting and decided I will continue to say Merry Christmas until after the first of the year.
Merry Christmas, as you reflect on our Savior's birth.
He stayed in his room until 8am, which none of us expected because we were all up by 7:15 am. The next thing I hear from around the corner, is "It's Christmas morning!" STOP...I need to get the camera ready. OK, go.
He saw the items Santa left for him. These were not wrapped, so big thrill apparently. After a bit of encouraging, he did open one box. But back to the wrapped items. "No, no, no, let's do the stocking first." In my attempt to create and control the "perfect" Christmas morning, things were not going as expected.
DUMP...out came all the stocking gifts. Nothing too great here apparently because again, all was unwrapped. Now on to other wrapped presents. He did at least grab the ones with his name. I made one last effort to coordinate opening gifts with Zachary and everyone else. No luck. He was going through presents like a monkey eating an unlimited supply of bananas. Unfortunately, there did not seem to be much excitement as my mom and I tried to get a comment or two from him. On to the next gift, and the next, and the next, until all of his were gone, and then the ones with no names. "Whose is this? Can I open this?" The words flew out of his mouth like a machine gun. Then he tried to open other people's presents.
I sat in amazement and wonder. What just happened? In less than about 30 minutes all of his Christmas presents were open. (Sigh). Open your presents now. All is well. No, I don't get to open mine, I must prep all of his and then play with him, all the while half opening my stocking and shoving pancakes and fruit salad in my mouth. Now I felt like the monkey inhaling bananas.
This year, my joy on Christmas day came when I finally sat down after dinner to watch a movie and reflect on the day. I thought about a little boys excitement leading up to the big day, and how I had been busy being a hostess. When I realized, our phone did not ring once nor had we called anyone. It was just family, in the quiet of our home. I thought, that is how it must have been for Mary and Joseph. After the birth, when all had calmed, an opportunity came to reflect on that great day. I'm still reflecting and decided I will continue to say Merry Christmas until after the first of the year.
Merry Christmas, as you reflect on our Savior's birth.
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