At approximately a quarter to seven my littlest one opens his bedroom door, portable, re-chargeable nightlight in hand, headed to the bathroom. While his older brother sleeps, I took the dog out, being sure to let everyone know that no one was allowed downstairs to see what Santa brought until I got back, and we all could head down together. A short ten minute walk later, both my boys were up and anxiously awaiting the move to downstairs for present time. In the same tradition as the night before, we opened presents one at a time, youngest to oldest, until we were all through. Then, I asked my boyfriend if he would make us some French toast, as this is one of the many dishes he is particularly adept at preparing. One delicious Christmas morning breakfast later and a couple of more hours relaxing and enjoying checking out our presents, I reluctantly sent the boys over to their dad’s for the rest of the weekend.
With just the two of us for the remainder of the day, my honey and I had a quiet afternoon. We didn’t even leave the house the entire day, except to walk the dog. I started a Cranberry Pork Roast in the crock pot around 9:30, and by 7:30 that evening, we were enjoying that plus creamy mashed potatoes, asparagus spears, and a glass of wine. It was a lovely holiday dinner, just like Thanksgiving. It is nice to have home cooked meals on the big celebration days once again. The chow halls here always put on a grand feast, but there’s still something about being at home with friends and family and putting the meal together yourself that makes it even more flavorful and meaningful. Overall, it was a very quiet, relaxing Christmas, and like always, I can’t believe it’s already over.
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