The Best Things About Christmas

It is 2Pm and both girls are snuggled into their beds. I doubt either of them are sleeping.  They could play all day in those caves of theirs, for all I care, as long as i don’t hear a peep. A single peep, and I'm whipping out the big guns. Finger paint. Finger paint concurs all afternoon boredom even for the cleanest of Mommy. The blame for all these circus acts begins at a single gingerbread house. A simple sugar structure that paves the way to crazy town. Heaven help us. 
 
Emery’s favourite black dress wasn’t the only thing that got worn out this holiday. Mittens and hats with the stench of dried tears are thrown among the pine needles,missing puzzle pieces, and wet socks. Am I the only person who curses 3 pairs of wet socks by the end of the day? Darn those front door, back door, sippy spilled puddles.                  
We settled into Mama Bissett’s after an evening of grandparent visiting and Christmas carols. Of course, Christmas P.J’s were provided by my most favourite childhood Santa. Do we ever get too old for the festive fleece?  


  “The Best Thing About Christmas” Ah, how appropriate.  Stories, cuddles, giggles too. Then off to bed while Santa does his work. Maybe next year we should ask for bigger stockings? Or maybe, just maybe, I had to many hiding spots and lost track of my stocking suffers. A mistake well appreciated. 

Emery is still talking about the fact that Levi heard Santa walking around upstairs.  I’m sure Milo heard him too since she was too excited to sleep all night. We all woke (or was finally let out of bed) to my favorite childhood memories. Massive breakfasts (plural because I may have had 2 plates), and too much unwrapping took place before shipping off to another Christmas morning. The giving this year was incredible and more than we deserved. Lucky ducks and blessed.  Pack on up because we are off to take 2 at the Petersons. The party never stops.  

Milo was surprisingly quite during gift exchange. Surprised she was quiet, not so surprised she had unboxed, unwrapped, and devoured an entire giant chocolate kiss. She probably would have been satisfied with that as her only gift, if we hadn’t of unleashed the tent. Collapsible princess tent with a tube entrance. I’ve never before seen such pure pleasure. This hyper hamster scrambled down the tube, grinned while hunched over, and began panting until she let out a squeal. Definitely on the fritz this one.                                
Milo’s claimed insanity, we are pooped, and Emery is still discovering new angles to tilt her head while brushing.  Life is good. Delish Christmas dinner, company and gifts. It honestly was the most exhausting perfect ever, and that was my favourite thing about Christmas.