There was just about everything BUT a partridge in a pear tree in our day yesterday. I woke up early, although not as early as I usually set my alarm, because it was Christmas morning. This was not a convincing argument for Brent, who also did not need to jump up and down like I did.
Then I waited impatiently for it to be ten, so the kids would arrive and the day could really start. Stockings! I was good this year and Santa put cool stuff in my stocking. Everyone else was good, too, acquiring all kinds of fun small toys. We are awash in new Legos. The kids have new sweaters made with love by me. Syd liked his cookbooks. T. seemed pleased with his stories. Brent, I think, likes his carousel and his map book and his other toys.
I got lovely presents and I adore them, but what I love most is having everyone together and happy.
We got to go to Amy’s and Joy’s for a beautiful Victorian Christmas dinner with yet more wonderful people. My heart is full. Christmas magic happened to me again and I am so glad.