Sorry. I'm a little excited.
You know that thing about kids loving Christmas and grown-ups thinking it's a drag? Yeah, I don't get it either! It is truly the moooooooooooooooost wonderful time of. the. yeeeeeeeeeeeeeear!
But check it, y'all. I've got more beverages to drink and more snacks to eat and children to force into bed at the earliest possible hour due to the inevitability of a 6 a.m. wake-up call. So: Christmas Eve traditions and decor run down, double linking with both Clan Donaldson AND NFP and Me because I
The Christmas tree, still bare of presents but now flanked by nine empty stockings (seven humans and their two spoiled dogs).
The nativity, still missing baby Jesus ("He'll be here tomorrow! I promise!" repeated two thousand times), complete with toy pig, toy jumping horse and toy lion cub. To my small children, this is a Holy Land action figure set. Not pictured: three wise men who have not yet arrived at their destination.
Fine. I confess. The left half totally collapsed yesterday and the ornaments are piled "artistically" all over the bowl o' rocks and that random piece of furniture. But still! We did it! The Star of Bethlehem will be placed lovingly atop the stack this evening, not amid screams and fighting, I assure you.
Okay, this is getting long.
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And this evening I will bust out the new pjs which the small people will wear so that tomorrow's photos will make it appear as if we are a family from a magazine about people who live in outdated homes but are impossibly stylish instead of looking like former-nudists who just discovered a box of discarded race t-shirts and dirty sweatpants.
Catch ya on the flipside (that may be the wine talking), y'all.