You can’t have Christmas without a picture of all the children on the stairs. In Salt Lake, we even took pictures of everyone on the BASEMENT stairs. Because that’s how much of a traditionalist I am.
More tradition: the photo of all the stuff Santa brought, both before . . .
. . . and after. Everyone got what they wanted: Jeff and William their Lego Ninjago sets, Eleanor a “watch with hands like Mom’s,” and Katie a “Minnie Mouse dress,” which she tried on once, declared it “too scratchy,” and has never worn since. Such is the life of a Santa present.
Actually, Katie was a little disappointed, because she thought that Santa would be waiting for her in person on Christmas Day. “Awww, I missed him!” Katie said to me, looking like she was about to cry. But then she found a little plastic Santa toy in her stocking, and somehow that made everything okay. “Here he is, here’s Santa,” she squealed, holding the toy up for me to see. All was well.
We spent Christmas afternoon taking advantage of the snow (a good thing, since the Cascades has had a dry winter). The kids went sledding in the park behind my parents’ house (Katie once again took off her snow boots and socks and had to be carried back inside), and later Brian made a snow sculpture. Can you tell what it is?
It’s a little difficult in these photos, so I’ll help you out: it’s a squid attacking a whale.
And in the evening: Garage Band with grandpa and cousins. The Partridge Family has nothing on us, let me tell you.
I love the lazy coziness of Christmas Day. Fortunately for us, we had at least two more Christmases ahead of us!