I love Christmas morning at home, with the boys in their new jammies.
On Christmas Eve they get to open one gift.
It is always new jammies.
That's so they will look somewhat presentable on Christmas morning in their jammies.
Aren't they cute?
I may be a little bit biased.
No opening anything until Mom and Dad are up.
And no waking Mom and Dad up until 7am.
Of course, we are already awake.
Because we hear them downstairs preparing the song.
Then, at the stroke of 7am they come to our bedroom and serenade us,
with a Christmas carol they have
Something wonderfully creative and original, like,
(Sing to the tune of Joy to the World...)
It's seven o'clock,
so come downstairs!
And so on.
The creative genius is amazing.
They get to open their stocking gits right away, which means trinkets and candy.
Because there just isn't enough sugar at Christmas already.
Then we have breakfast, and everybody gets dressed,
and we have Christmas devotions.
And I love that we are home at Christmas and there is no hurry.
This is the formerly mentioned "tambourine" I had to search seven stores to find.
And there were only two left.
Tate wanted more soldiers so badly that he refused to even share any other wishes,
for fear they would edge out his soldiers.
Actually, he wanted two things.
Soldiers, and another bunny.
He got "bunny money".
Wyatt is reaching that hard-to-shop-for age of mostly growing out of toys,
but not being terribly excited about clothing or practical gifts.
Fortunately, he did appreciate the coolness and significance of this gift.
We open our gifts and play with them for awhile.
And then we go to Grampa and Gramma's house.