Last night in our quest to not raise capitalists who lack moral compasses, we took the boys to a children's Christmas Eve ceremony at our church. Harry was stunned and thrilled when the service opened with a rousing Jingle Bells and some children- handling-fire action. He was also totally stoked to hear that the manger and Little People he's been playing with all month have a STORY! He wants to visit this famous manger and maybe watch some movies about it. Erm. (Also, the way our church handles Christmas is perfect for us, all about how every baby is a miracle and holds the world's potential and is a special, special snowflake.)
I look exhausted in this picture because Jack is not really church service material.
We came home to find that Santa's elves had left a package in our fireplace with Despicable Me, some movie candy, and new pajamas (which Jack later refused to wear and screwed up all my Christmas morning pictures. Grrr.)
Harry and Jack made a plate of cookies for Santa and veggies for the reindeer and wrote cute little notes to go with.
Harry woke up at 12:45. 12:45! JAck woke up too, so he came and slept with me, and Ben and Harry slept in the boys' room. Thankfully, we all slept until 6:30 and then? PRESENTS!
Including DORA'S HOUSE! It appeared!
Jack has been playing with it all morning
Here's his other favorite present-- a fire truck. He had loaded it with Rapunzel, Boots, and Dora.
Harry had a Merry Star Wars Christmas.
More later. I need to go eat some more monkey bread.