Our Christmas
Christmas morning with our presents! Notice the milk and cookies remnants on the left. Yea, we don't forget how to thank Santa. The entry below is our holiday, in poem form. Enjoy!
The week before Christmas with shopping malls humming, reminded me soon that Christmas was coming.
So family in jackets, puddle jumpers and boots, went to see Santa in his big red suit.
The boys were excited, eyes sparkling with glee and then Santa said
"Would you like to sit on my knee?"
Excitement to uneasy, emotions changed, so standing my children with Santa arranged
the gifts that they wanted nestled under our tree and after which ate candy canes with glee.
I knew what they wanted, thanks to an insider tip, so I braved the nasty weather for one last mall trip. The toy strewn isles, cranky workers, the RAIN. The broken elevators, indecisive customers, aagh what a pain!
"I'll shop for Christmas early, next year," I promised myself as I hustled and bustled around like an elf.
Finally with all of the shopping and wrapping done. I knew I was ready for Christmas to come.
The Browning family gathering brought the feeling of Christmas to heart. We ate lots of food and goodies to start.
After eating our fill we all gathered round, to listen to the great prophet Luke expound.
The reason we celebrate Christmas, our Savior and king, was born in a stable and the angles did sing.
We too sang carols and tidings of cheer and we rounded it off with small gifts from Santa and eight tiny reindeer.
Fast forward, if you will, to Christmas Eve day. It came fast and went faster I really must say. The family, the presents, the food and the fun. Catching up with relatives, cracking jokes, promising more visits to come.
Jesse's family was first, and oh all the toys! His family knows how to spoil two little boys:)
We all exchanged gifts, had grown up conversation, in leu, of the boys watching a video...Toy Story 2.
We sang happy birthday to Jesus and ate angle food cake. With whipped cream and strawberries mm.... it was great.
After eating and packing up all of our loot to Grammie's and Papa's our family did scoot.
Grammie's and Papa's was Christmas dinner, round two. Ollie and Frankie knew just what to do.
They decided to play instead of to eat, knowing if they held out, soon there would be something sweet.
Oh mischievous children, already on a high, from all of the sugar they've consumed by and by. Curse you Christmas goodies! It is you that I blame for creating such monsters out of children so tame.
Our family exchanged gifts, with a twist. This year all gifts were home made... you should try this.
Grammie and Papa, of course, were exempt, so with glee a little money they spent. Two brand new scooters for the boys, how grand! Who needs Santa with such giving families on hand?
Once again, loading up our green "sleigh", with gifts, tired boys, and our dog we did say
"To the edge of El Cajon, past royal we go. To bed to await Santa and a day in the snow."
Seven in the morning, and I hear a peep, so to the boys bedroom I did now creep.
"I think Santa came." I said "Do you want to go see?" Hoping they were excited for what lay under the tree. "No," they replied to my gentle bade. They were playing with the new things they already had.
When I finally coaxed them and Jesse out of their rooms, we all went downstairs to see what would loom.
Mater and Lighting Mc Queen were just two of the stars on the big morning scene. Cars, board games, movies and comforters for their beds. Man, Santa really pack that big sled.
The boys played with their toys, ate breakfast, and then we all hoped to go up to Julian to play in the snow.
Oh the gray clouds, the rain, the puddles and such! The hydroplaning, winding roads, no snow! What rotten luck:) But with all those lemons we made lemonade. We returned, watched movies, ate pumpkin bread, yes at home we stayed.
Our Christmas was grand and we hope yours was too. May the reason for the season not be lost on you. Jesus Christ our Lord, our Savior and King was born, and that is no little thing.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year !
Love, The Wattsons
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