We have a few traditions in our house. One of them is that on Christmas morning everyone must be up before anyone goes to see what Santa brought. This is a picture of the instant I said "OK, go!" We all see what Santa brought then have breakfast. After breakfast we sit down and take turns opening presents. This works well for us but it tends to point out who got the most presents that year (me this year). We all got wonderful presents and would mention them but won't for fear of leaving out one and causing consternation among the many gift givers. I will relate one incident however. Around one o'clock mom called to see how we all fared and to ask a question. She wondered if Hillbilly sis would be offended if she sent back the hot chocolate maker that mom got from her. She said that her and Glenn didn't drink hot chocolate because of the milk and the chocolate involved. I told her to keep it and to make HC for guests when they came by. She was in a regular dither about what to do. I continued to encourage her to keep it and have it for guests. Well apparently Hillbilly bro-in-law called later and mentioned that the HC maker was for us. You never saw mom more relieved when she learned the news. Even today mom mentioned to Wife how relieved she was that the dreaded HC maker was ours. I didn't realise how much worry a (very nice, thanks much H. sis) hot chocolate maker could cause in a persons life.
This is a view of the sunrise Christmas morning.
We have a few traditions in our house. One of them is that on Christmas morning everyone must be up before anyone goes to see what Santa brought. This is a picture of the instant I said "OK, go!" We all see what Santa brought then have breakfast. After breakfast we sit down and take turns opening presents. This works well for us but it tends to point out who got the most presents that year (me this year). We all got wonderful presents and would mention them but won't for fear of leaving out one and causing consternation among the many gift givers. I will relate one incident however. Around one o'clock mom called to see how we all fared and to ask a question. She wondered if Hillbilly sis would be offended if she sent back the hot chocolate maker that mom got from her. She said that her and Glenn didn't drink hot chocolate because of the milk and the chocolate involved. I told her to keep it and to make HC for guests when they came by. She was in a regular dither about what to do. I continued to encourage her to keep it and have it for guests. Well apparently Hillbilly bro-in-law called later and mentioned that the HC maker was for us. You never saw mom more relieved when she learned the news. Even today mom mentioned to Wife how relieved she was that the dreaded HC maker was ours. I didn't realise how much worry a (very nice, thanks much H. sis) hot chocolate maker could cause in a persons life.
This is a view of the sunrise Christmas morning.
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I wish to apoligize to :2lazy2 MIL, Pi-day Dave, kstevensfam and Hillbilly sister. Hillbilly sister used my full name in her comment and I didn't want to have that out there (I'm sure anyone who tried even half-heartedly could figure it out but I don't want to make it that easy) so I went to reject her comment (it was a good comment it just had my full name in it like I said earlier) but instead of just rejecting her comment it rejected all of them. I still read all of your comments (Yes LBS I did get the pictures in time and they were great!) but accidently (in three cases) erased them. Sorry!
I didn't erase the pictures just the comments. Well, you know what I mean.
Hey accidents happen. I lost the journal entry that I had from the day Logs was born. We switched computers, & instead of moving the entry to a disc it erased the entry and didn't save it either.
Thanks for your concern, author, about accidentally erasing mine and others comments. I'll have to get creative about what to do with our year old never been taken out of the box hot choc. maker. I won't give it to you because you got one, finally! Terrific picture of the excitement and dashing for the living room by 3 kids. Traditions are good, no matter what. My kids, as you know, grew up until Christmas 1993 having to wait until their dad got back in the house in the morning from milking cows. That was always patience trying for them...then wait to open presents until we'd had breakfast! Nice peaceful looking photo of Christmas morning sunrise.
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