Although we actually celebrate Christmas in our home, I wanted to give some respect to Chris's heritage (in the eyes of our children anyway!).
We had a really nice, albeit insanely early Christmas. We told the kids they weren't allowed to wake us up before 5 am. Kaylee is the only one who has a hard time waiting that long. At 3:37 ( I made her tell me what time it was), after already checking out the loot, she came in and told me she couldn't stop chattering. I remember that feeling from when I was her age, you know the excitement combined with the cold so you can't stop shaking, but I was unsympathetic and told her to go back to bed and get under the blanket. About five minutes later I heard two sets of footsteps coming down the hall. I guess she didn't take my advice. Five minutes after that I hear three sets of footsteps coming down the hall. To their credit they didn't come in to wake us up, but they were not talking in hushed tones. I think they were having a little party or something in the girls room and I could hear it quite clearly. At about four Dalin woke up to join in the fun and I finally gave up my slumbering endeavor and we all headed into the front room. Everyone was happy with their haul, but Aiden tried to turn on the TV after the presents were all open (What! you can't find anything else to entertain yourself?) but we were having none of that. We had breakfast with my family, and more presents, then we came home to try and convince the kids to take naps. Dalin was the only taker, but not by choice. We then had a delicious dinner at my brothers house, with visiting and Wii playing. It was a really nice day, and I was even able to relax, so it was a winner for me.