Following a Christmas morning tradition that started when I was very young, my boys waited at the top of the stairs for my husband and I to prep ourselves (hot tea, decent clothing for pictures, camera for said pictures and slippers) and the Christmas tree (lights on twinkling merrily) for the celebrations to follow. As they waited, almost patiently, they sang "Away in A Manger" and "Silent Night".
Once we were all set up and ready, the boys came flying down the stairs. Presents were waiting, there is no lollygagging with this bunch! They both cried dibs for the first gift and we sent them both towards overstuffed stockings hanging by the fireplace. Soon the carpet was covered with scraps of wrapping paper (ribbon doesn't cut it in a house of boys) and we needed to take a break from unwrapping for the our traditional Christmas morning breakfast of Rhode's cinnamon rolls. Once breakfast was consumed and the first layer of paper was cleaned up, we dove back in to finish with the gifts. The boys were thankful for what they received and Mike and I got to enjoy their laughter and fun. We are thankful for our gifts as well.
I would have pictures to go with this post, but our computer died a couple days ago as we were leaving to go celebrate Christmas with my side of the extended family (which will be another post soon). I do not have the photo stuff set up on my laptop yet.
All of the presents and gifts aside, I am proud of my boys. They really do understand the reason we celebrate CHRISTmas. By starting out the day singing the songs they did, Little M said they wanted HIM to know they were happy it was HIS birthday today.
So to all of you, Merry CHRISTmas. If it weren't for a GIFT we were all given many years ago in Bethlehem (whether we accept it or not), the gifts we give today would have a lot less meaning.