Traditionally, on Christmas Eve we have a nice dinner. We read Luke 2 and the account of the Wise Men in Matthew. We let the kids open their Christmas pajamas present and they head to bed.
This year we ended up doing last minute shopping on Christmas Eve because the kids hadn't gotten anything for each other, and Helena hadn't gotten anything for us, either. I thought that maybe the Christmas spirit was missing because the kids didn't have any giving to look forward to, only receiving (with the exception of Will's presents to Bill and I, which he made in shop class).
What ended up happening was a train wreck. Arguments and frustration broke out in the store. No one was in the mood. We ended up at Rubio's for dinner (which was actually really yummy!) That evening, the kids wanted to rush Luke 2 and weren't interested in talking about Jesus. They just wanted to open their new pjs.
I snapped. I told them off. I was so angry! I had the WORST Christmas EVER and I told them so, in tears.
They sobered up quickly. Will apologized right away. Helena waited until she was in her room and sent a text. The curse of the next generation. I wish she could have said it to my face.
Bill and I decided to just go to bed and get up at 2 a.m. to place out the 'Santa' gifts. My kids know that they will get an extra present left out if they "believe".
The photos below were taken at 3 a.m. on Christmas morning once the presents were set out and the stocking stuffed.
This year we ended up doing last minute shopping on Christmas Eve because the kids hadn't gotten anything for each other, and Helena hadn't gotten anything for us, either. I thought that maybe the Christmas spirit was missing because the kids didn't have any giving to look forward to, only receiving (with the exception of Will's presents to Bill and I, which he made in shop class).
What ended up happening was a train wreck. Arguments and frustration broke out in the store. No one was in the mood. We ended up at Rubio's for dinner (which was actually really yummy!) That evening, the kids wanted to rush Luke 2 and weren't interested in talking about Jesus. They just wanted to open their new pjs.
I snapped. I told them off. I was so angry! I had the WORST Christmas EVER and I told them so, in tears.
They sobered up quickly. Will apologized right away. Helena waited until she was in her room and sent a text. The curse of the next generation. I wish she could have said it to my face.
Bill and I decided to just go to bed and get up at 2 a.m. to place out the 'Santa' gifts. My kids know that they will get an extra present left out if they "believe".
The photos below were taken at 3 a.m. on Christmas morning once the presents were set out and the stocking stuffed.
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