I forgot the rest."
-Walt Whitman






A few years ago we spent the majority of our Christmas season in the car--loading the car, driving in the car, loading it up again, driving some more. Our celebrations were punctuated with long car drives and crabby moods. Until one year a blizzard forced us to hole up in our home, and we haven't loaded up the car again on Christmas. Now we spend the day in jammies and slowly enjoy the festivities at home, just the five of us. And it's really the best thing ever.








Christmas Eve is spent savoring each other. We open the gifts we got for one another; and spend the day playing and preparing. After an early candlelight church service, we have supper with the grandparents. Before tucking the babes into bed, we make reindeer grain and set out cookies for Santa. Since Spencer discovered Santa isn't real, he gets to help stuff the stockings and fill the Santa bags. Then off he goes, too, awaiting the magic of Christmas morning.
Christmas day has no set rhythm. We eat and open presents and play and eat and watch movies and dance and eat some more. The lazy day of Christmas togetherness is my very favorite. And now that it's over, we are already looking forward to next year.











