After having tucked Drew in on Christmas Eve with visions of sugarplums dancing in his head, he woke up Christmas morning without a clue. He came into our room around 6:30 to snuggle, and we spoke nothing of Santa or presents until Reed woke around 7. Heading downstairs together, Drew still hadn't realized what day it was as he requested to watch the Disney channel. It wasn't until we rounded the corner and he saw the tree lit up with all the gifts under it that he remembered...and his eyes about popped out of his head!
The discovery that the cookies and milk were gone, was priceless!The next half-hour proceeded nicely, as Drew tore into his gifts, and Reed's, discovering all that Santa, Mommy and Daddy had given him this year. There's something about a child's joy. Granted, at Christmas, it might be a bit misguided, given Drew's joy was for presents, presents, and more presents, but there's something to be said about a child's genuine spark of life when they are joyful. Honest, happy, unfiltered. JOY. Resolution #1...Seek JOY. Experience JOY. Pass it along.
Here's a little peek into our morning...
Here's a little peek into our morning...
Courtesy of Santa...that guy always gets it right.
New books for Reed, opened by Drew before anyone realized it.
That's okay, I guess; Reed preferred the paper, anyway.
One of my favorite games as a kid: Cootie!
New books for Drew (two of which are about Mater and McQueen, of course).
Puzzle and movie.
The ever-helpful big brother.
Stocking surprises.
Reed, meet Tigger.
My favorite photo from the day: Drew playing with Reed's new toy, and Reed (far right) seeking out his old ones. Classic, right?
There. That's better. :)
Art is intense.
Throughout the rest of the day, we played with all of our new things. Every toy has been broken in, and every book has been read.
Tradition tried #7: A sweet breakfast treat!
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