I better finish up retelling our 2006 Christmas before the next one rolls around!
Christmas Day, was different. Very different. In fact, Ken and I weren't sure what to expect from the kids when they took a peek in the early morning hours under the tree. Both of Ken's sisters and families would not be arriving until the afternoon. Upon their arrival, Santa (Grandpa in full attire) would show up at the door a bit turned around after just returning from Germany. The problem was, in order to make it work, our children would wake up on Christmas morning with nothing under the tree. NOTHING.
Our hearts were torn as we both thought about how the children might feel in the morning, after days and days of counting down...
To soften the blow, after the kids had turned in for the night, Ken composed a letter written by Santa, informing the children that he would be returning that day to visit them in person. The letter was laid by the munched on cookies and carrots in hopes of being found.
In the morning, the children visited our room first, and after giving them the OK to have them peek under the tree, we huddled in our bed waiting for the children's reactions. We could here Jack and Grace whispering excitedly to themselves, and then there was silence. After a moment, they checked the plate to confirm if Santa ever arrived, and then to our relief there was great excitement as the children sped up the stairs announcing there was a note!
All in all, the children took it very well. And they were extremely patient as the day passed along. Here is Grace showing Grandpa "The Letter".
Grandma had the perfect idea of passing the time by baking a cake for baby Jesus. This we all throughly enjoyed over the next few days. And it smelled wonderful on Christmas day!
I have to say, it certainly was nice to be showered and dressed for once before all of the candid Christmas picture taking.
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