Christmas Day

For the first time, in the 8 years we’ve been married . . . and the 6 years of having kids . . . we finally got the entire day of Christmas to ourselves.  Just us.  Our family.  It was WONDERFUL!  In fact, we all stayed in our PJ’s the entire day and loved every minute of it!  Tim and I recorded the kids opening their gifts and stockings.  As they ran off with their new toys, Tim and I got to exchange gifts, just the two of us.  (Viking, of course, went first – for his little ‘Vikings’ stocking and got a bunch of new treats and chew toys – which brought out his inner ‘power puppy’, I think!)  I decided to wake up ‘early’ . . and by ‘early’ I mean, like 8.  Just so I could make the sticky buns before everyone else woke up.  There’s nothing quite like waking up to the smell of sticky cinnamon buns and fresh brewed coffee early in the morning.  Well . . . all that was laid to rest as the boys busted out of their rooms and ran right to the Living Room to see what presents were under the tree.  figures.

So, as I insisted that they wait until the rest of the family catches up to their enthusiasm, so that I can at least put the rolls together to throw into the oven (by the way . . . I’ll post the recipe later . . it’s a little Weldon-Tradition that I make every year – and they are delicious!!)  I threw some grounds into the coffee maker, turned on the switch, called for Tim, took out Viking, got the camera ready and we were set!!!

Growing up, my sister and I would gather around my Dad to hear him read straight out of Scripture the Christmas Story.  Every year he did this.  We never gripped or complained.  He always wanted us to remember WHY we give gifts.  We do so to give a slight glimpse of what our Savior did for us.  His Gift.  His Perfect Gift.  His Son.  So, Tim gathered the boys close to his side, on the couch, and read out of Luke 2:

Now in those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus, that a census be taken of all the inhabited earth.

This was the first census taken while Quirinius was governor of Syria.

And everyone was on his way to register for the census, each to his own city.

Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the city of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and family of David,

in order to register along with Mary, who was engaged to him, and was with child.

While they were there, the days were completed for her to give birth.

And she gave birth to her firstborn son; and she wrapped Him in cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.

In the same region there were some shepherds staying out in the fields and keeping watch over their flock by night.

And an angel of the Lord suddenly stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them; and they were terribly frightened.

But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of great joy which will be for all the people;

for today in the city of David there has been born for you a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.

This will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”

And suddenly there appeared with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among men with whom He is pleased.”

When the angels had gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds began saying to one another, “Let us go straight to Bethlehem then, and see this thing that has happened which the Lord has made known to us.”

So they came in a hurry and found their way to Mary and Joseph, and the baby as He lay in the manger.

When they had seen this, they made known the statement which had been told them about this Child.

And all who heard it wondered at the things which were told them by the shepherds.

But Mary treasured all these things, pondering them in her heart.

The shepherds went back, glorifying and praising God for all that they had heard and seen, just as had been told them.

It was delightful!

There really was no other ‘meal’ for the remainder of the day.  Lots of snacking, this and that’s, odd’s and end’s.  It wasn’t ‘traditional’ in the sense of the whole ‘Christmas Day Feast’ thing, but it was lovely just the same!

Tim took the boys shopping, this year, for me.  As in – a whole day just to ‘Mommy shop’ . . . eating out, being with Daddy.  He couldn’t talk enough about it.  They really had the most fun time together . . . Father and Sons. . . . ahh.  Mommy enjoyed her ‘alone’ time, as well!!!! 🙂    Since he allowed them to pick out ANYTHING they wanted for Mommy, I got LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of fun Christmas socks.  I think, last I counted, I now have 8 or 9 pairs.  I seem to go through socks more than anyone else in this family.  I don’t know why.  strange.   I could tell a slight difference in the ones that PETER picked out, compared to the ones JAMES picked out himself.  And, Tim did have to tell me the funny short story of it all . . . apparently, Tim told the boys to pick out a nice pair of slippers for Mommy, and the first pair that James grabbed off the shelf was the most hideous pair of clown-want-to-be, fuzzy, out of control slippers.  So, graciously, Tim stepped in and said tenderly, “James . . . let’s look over HERE to see what else they have . . . ”  And, thus my nice pair of cute pink slippers were wrapped up to my surprise.   I got a bunch of pretty shimmer eye shadows and makeup, some of my favorite of favorites candy (mostly sour stuff!!) and my new baby.  Which, I named Shelia  . . . . . .

Isn’t she just beautiful?  She made her nice cozy home right on my counter, too!!

I bought Tim the speakers (clueless otherwise) he wanted for his work office, a really cool measuring tape (which is an on-going joke in this house with the ‘where did Daddy put his measuring tape NOW’ – game!) which came with an attached note pad and calculator.  Not that I don’t love and will miss “HONEY  . . . CAN YOU WRITE THIS DOWN REAL QUICK!!!???” as he hangs over a piece of drywall.  I also went shopping with Pete for a few of his gifts.  Some carmel/nut crunch, a Vikings calendar (team, not dog) and a super cool helicopter that can fly indoor (unfortunately) and outdoor.  (I’m sure there will be pictures posted later of this toy . . or of the bruises and batterings done to the boys and I from the thing spinning wildly out of control!)

The boys were . . . well, spoiled rotten . . to the ‘nth-degree’.  They received EXACTLY what they asked for from Santa . . . shocking, I know!  We got Pete a new Leapster2, with new games, a case and recharger (which he could’ve cared less about) and a mini calendar just for him.  He’s starting to tell time (and not just the digital!) 🙂 and add, subtract, use the microwave, knows his days of the week, etc . . . so I figured THIS was the year for him to have his own for us to write in.

James received a ‘replacement’ Baa-Baa pillow.  He has one, already.  But, I think it’s safe to say, it’s seen better days.  That poor pillow has logged many miles.  He also unwrapped a Buzz Light Year and a Woody toy and a gigantic book of stickers.  He is set!!!  I have good video of him, too.

Here is Tim and Peter playing with the toy he asked Santa for this year . . . a Criss Cross Racer.  They had a blast on this thing!

This was actually a ‘Family Gift’ from Santa . . . but, James was itching to play it.  It’s a Draw Board for our wii.  You can color, draw, write or play games on it . . just like a notepad.  It’s super cool!

We had other gifts, stockings and ornaments as well, but this post is long enough for now, so I’ll post those later this week!!!

Merry Christmas All . . . may Christmas continue in your house each day throughout the year!!!!!


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