The night before I was told that "It's hard to sleep on Christmas Eve." They both managed just fine. Note the Christmas pajamas. We let them open a new pair of pajamas on Christmas Eve. I was expecting a bit of a fight after that. There was none. Instead I was thanked profusely. Mowg even asked "Can we write you a thank-you note?" The first thing he said to me in our he's-still-asleep-early-morning conversation was, "Thank you for my perfect jams, Mom." Then he smiled and rolled over and went back to sleep. After that, what kind of gift can compete? I don't think there is one.
During the Christmas season we have a wooden nativity set (made by Grandma) that is on display to be played with (stacked, rearranged, knocked down, used as a train track and a road, not to mention some very interesting imaginary play). However, the baby Jesus does not arrive until Christmas morning.
Below is the discovery of the arrival of the Holy Child.
It pleases me that his arrival is important to my little ones.It is to me.
1 comment:
That is one of the many things I remember about your family traditions. Very cool.
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