You guys, Christmas 2012 is going down in the record books as one of the best ever. We wished we could have been closer to family but at the same time our innate aloneness creates a special holiday bubble for us to waller around in (how’s that for a southern word?) self-indulgently with no obligations to shape our day.
We started Christmas Eve with a rather spontaneous scavenger hunt. Each Wild Thing was given clues to help them find and open one present.
The prizes were three different video games (courtesy of the Christmas Wishlist) and a season of Andy Griffith (courtesy of a grandma). That pretty much kept them occupied and peaceful for the rest of the day.
Jeremy and I flirted with our new trick of trusting Twelve Year Old with babysitting her brothers for short periods by going on a “date” to the Safeway to use a giftcard that we’d been holding onto for awhile. We bought donuts for Christmas morning and brie as a special treat to yours truly, the cheese nerd, who hadn’t had brie since moving to this fair country. Sigh.
Then I let him show off our new bird scope (thanks bc homeschool money!) at a nearby duck pond. And I took pictures of birds for him, which is pretty much the best Christmas present I could give him.
On Christmas Eve-ning Twelve Year Old and I watched White Christmas while eating brie and sourdough. Epic win.
Before going to bed I set out a Christmas donut for each Wild Thing.
Then I said goodnight to the stack of presents that have been given to us from multiple directions and wondered if the Wild Boys would know to wake us up before opening them.
Cut to 9:00 on Christmas morning when Jeremy and I lazily and naturally awaken from our slumber to find the breakfast donut plus the Christmas Eve video games have worked a Christmas miracle – sleeping in.
I mosey down the stairs to find all of the Wild Things getting along splendidly, with no pressing desire to open presents at all. I think there are at least two reasons for this phenomenon.
- A) We haven’t created a gift-centered Christmas culture in our family. We are relatively gift-less, actually. So the Wild Things don’t expect a big show.
- B) The generous gifts that were given to us this year have been on display for weeks, so it was old news. There was no special set up on Christmas morning arranged just so to show that “Santa” had in fact visited (we’ve also never done Santa).
So in most ways it was just another morning to them. Except with a sweet donut. In fact, they were so unconcerned with the gifts that we still didn’t open them for more than an hour. Which allowed the grown ups to drink a couple of cups of coffee and whatnot.
Around 10:30 I did finally call their attention to the gifts and we all huddled ’round and opened them one at a time. We were given gifts from three distinct sources this year: The blog’s Christmas Wishlist, the grandparents, and our church small group. They did not disappoint.
Everyone was more than pleased with what they got.
We were given too much to list it all, but trust me that it was more than generous and I was surprised in the totally good, Tiny Tim, “God bless us, everyone” kind of way.
Also, Star Wars was apparently the Wild Boy theme this year. Score.
After the gifts were finally all conquered we retreated to our various corners, most of which involved Star Wars.
I reveled in my own Christmas gift – a leisurely shower. And then whipped up a breakfast casserole for lunch.
Twelve Year Old and I purtied up our nails with the fingernail polish that someone sent her from our Christmas Wishlist.
And THEN we bundled the Wild Things up and whisked them away to our big surprise -
By the time we left the theatre it was already dark outside (darn you short winter days) so we headed home to spend the rest of our evening playing with new toys, new books, new games, and new . . . chocolate.
With some more brie thrown in there somewhere.
Best. Christmas. Ever.
What was the best part of your Christmas?