A few other Boy Howdy issues for the night - not wanted to wear the special Christmas PJs I made for him and his sister and not wanting to stand nicely in front of the tree so I could take a picture.
The next morning, Boy Howdy was all exuberance opening presents and exclaiming that he had gotten just what he had always wanted. After a scrumptious, not at all healthy, Christmas breakfast and a touch of tidying up we moved into Christmas dinner making mode. I hosted my brother Jared and sister Megan's families for the holiday. The dinner was wonderful, made even better by two kind and awesome siblings and their spouses pitching in and not being cranky for the minor missteps along the way. The food was yummers, dessert awesome, and after it was done the kids entertained each other while the adults got the rare privilege of playing a game while children are awake (at least it's a rare privilege for Matthew and me). What a completely lovely day. I have no complaints and was utterly sad when the day was over, not to be relived until next year.
I should note that we don't do Santa at our house. Not that the kids don't know who he is and what he does but we've never brought him up in relation to what they are getting for Christmas. So when we were at Costco having lunch a few days before Christmas and a man sitting next to us kindly asked what Boy Howdy wanted Santa to bring him, I love that Boy Howdy responded, "I already have 4 presents,"(fingers up to gesture just how many 4 was) as if to say, why do I need Santa?
He got more than 4 presents.
Merry Christmas