At 6 a.m. we heard whisperings and the tap tap tap of little feet as they excitedly crept down the stairs. Look! Look! I listened and pretended to be asleep as they sat in the dark under the tree.
They knew they shouldn't waken us, so they were quiet. After listening for a while, I rose and greeted them all with a hug then placed the breakfast casserole in the oven while we admired the stockings and other mysteries.
We celebrated Christ's birth over breakfast, and my family thought I had lost it when I sang Happy Birthday to Jesus over and over. I thought it was appropriate, so I sang even louder.
With the cruise, Santa brought stockings and one gift per child, while we gave three... like the wise men. Would this feel like too little for our abundantly blessed little ones? Happily, no. Our home was full of love and gratitude. In fact, the hit of Christmas was the "warmies" my mom made of fleece.
They became super capes, caterpillar larvae, and butterflies. They stayed on all day.
The afternoon was spent at Grandmas and Grandpas with cousins, aunts, uncles, and a cornocopia of food, food, and more food. Best birthday celebration I've ever experienced.