I asked my wife what egg nog in coffee tasted like. She said wonderful. Ick.
Every other year, Christmas morning is a slow, quiet start. I am sure the girls are having a nice breakfast with their mom right now and in just under two hours, they will be back home and the holiday tunes, shredding of paper, and animals frolicking through the mess will all make it feel magical.
Those first Christmas’s when they were younger and believed in Santa were extremely hard to the point of depressing. When I was still a single dad, I would spend those Christmas’s at my parents wich helped and who am I kidding, I don’t think you are ever too old for a sleepover at your childhood home.
My wife just made me a nice breakfast and my step-daughter will awake soon and get ready for the craziness to begin – including one more horse to join in on the Christmas fun. We have 12 stockings now and I am here to tell you I’d welcome a whole wall filled for kids and critters alike.
This year will be the first my wife and I won’t be having dinner together. We usually do one house on Christmas Eve and one on Christmas depending on my child sharing schedule, but it just turned out both our families wanted to do dinner today and neither houses are big enough for the extended family that join in each of our festivities.
It’s not a big deal to me although I will miss seeing her family, but Christmas just wouldn’t be the same without a big dinner at my parents and I have long been someone who recognizes the need to relish in these moments because tomorrow isn’t promised.
A safe and Merry Christmas, everyone.