Once home, there was a lot of anxiety about Santa potentially not making it our house. We had feedback that we were up too long straightening up and that Santa might have to come really late and perhaps miss us altogether. Being the miracle-worker he is, Santa made it. He brought us (parents) the first Christmas wish : sleeping in until 7am! That is the first time in years. Usually, 5am we are UP. By 5:15am, everything has been opened.
A few years ago, when our oldest was four, all of the presents had been opened by 5am, and then we were woken up. When we got downstairs it was as if a wrapping paper tornado went through the house. It was our own fault. We did not make the rules clear: only people who could read the names on the gift tags could pass out presents and only the owners of the presents could open them. Our bad.
To the left : Our "real" family Christmas picture.
Below: Our fun family Christmas picture!
It seems the girls don't see their aunt Alex, enough.
Thank goodness Santa brought all of that stuff and we had nothing to do with its production, purchasing, or demand! I am grateful that my problem is that of having too much. Will still work on it, though. Dropping off our My Sister's Place neighborhood donation on Tuesday morning was more satisfying then opening any present.