I believe we just had the best.Christmas.ever.
It was quiet, there wasn't a lot of "excess"...It was just me, Chris, and the kids...and his brother, who spent the night as he was passing through GA on his way to AL to see his kids. It was low key and PERFECT.
I kept feeling this twinge of guilt that I wasn't able to give the kids this HUGE Christmas with some awesome, major toys or big surprise from Santa, but you know what? My kids loved their gifts. Andrew truly felt the wonder of Christmas this year and it was so much fun to watch. Hannah was so cute, enjoying her My Little Ponies and baby dolls...she didn't care that most of her gifts came from a yard sale or thrift store. Andrew didn't care that his 20+ Star Wars action figures came from ebay. They loved their gifts and played hard with them all.day.long.
We had scrambled eggs, bacon and cinnamon rolls for breakfast. We talked about Jesus' birth while the kids played with the Little People nativity set Hannah had gotten from Mamaw & Papaw, and then we all watched Toy Story 3 together. (Hannah then watched it no less than three more times.) We all had a fantastic nap and then woke up to news of snow on the way! Its been over 100 years since there's been snow in Atlanta on Christmas, and by bedtime it was here. What a magical day.
Hannah-bear's reaction to her gifts this morning:
And Andrew's reaction:
Oh, of course we missed being with our parents, siblings, nephews, nieces, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc...but sometimes less really is more. Its special. That's the kind of Christmas we had around here. If anyone out there is reading this, I sure hope your Christmas was just as wonderful as ours. As Tiny Tim said, "God bless us, every one!"