Is 25 days too many for Christmas? I would submit to you
that most of the time, no. But right this very second, yes. Yes it is. Yet we persevere.
17. I could not remember this far back, but thankfully my
camera remembered for me (and now I shared the biggest reason for taking
pictures. To supplement my spectacularly terrible short term memory). We made ornaments
for grandparents and teacher gifts. I got the ornament idea from Heather, but
she had a kit from Hobby Lobby. I got some silvery ornaments from Michaels and
used already-owned finger paints and sharpie to decorate. I love them. We also
filled a mason jar with hot chocolate packets and Christmas candies and a
Starbucks gift card for Spencer’s teacher. Henry’s daycare lady will get a
Chili’s gift card because I know it’s a place she goes, and one of the
ornaments.
18: Night at Bethlehem. Every year my neighbors’ church
does this giant ‘do where there is a bazaar a la old time Bethlehem and a reenactment
of the birth of Jesus, and I think it’s Spencer’s favorite. Last year we went
and partway through the No Room at the Inn song, he stood up and yelled hey! I’ve
read this book! Good times. We were on a short schedule this year because I had
an early flight but we still got some goodness in before heading home. The kids
got their candle, dreidels and chocolate chip cookies so they were set.
19: Watch a Christmas movie! This was our last official “watch
a Christmas movie” and we watched Christmas With the Kranks. In retrospect,
probably a little too old for them but they stuck it out until about 15 minutes
until the end when they had enough.
20: Make a gingerbread house! Spencer had been awaiting
this very day for 20 days, and he was not disappointed. He had a great time.
Daddy took over the making and decorating, so Mommy wasn’t overly annoyed too.
Good times.
21. Baking! The last of the baking. At the time, I didn’t
know it was going to be the last of the baking because technically I have more
to make but that stuff’s going in the freezer until some random time I decide I
feel like making Oreo truffles. Right now is not that time. I did make
chocolate chip cookies, oatmeal chocolate chip, forgotten kisses, gingerbread
cookies (although I used Trader Joe’s dark gingerbread mix for this and I have
to say, A+), and toffee! My toffee came through this time! With only one major
finger burn! Paired with the previously made peppermint fudge and chocolate
dipped marshmallows, I am done, man. I wanted to make Oreo truffles (regular
and mint) and sugared nuts, and I have all the makings for all of those but
dude. I’m tired.
(Henry enjoyed learning why baking day is such a good
advent day for him)
22. WE FORGOT TO DO IT. Ha! Honestly, it was a Monday so
I can already tell you it’s “read a Christmas book,” which we can easily fit in
tonight if we want. This morning Spencer was again reading the 12 days of
Christmas as loud as he could, so maybe that ship has sailed.
Tonight we have “make place cards for Christmas breakfast”
which will be very easy. I have pretty cardboard-style gift tags, and we are
going to write names on the back and tie them to napkin rings. You might do
things fancier at your house, but I think this matches our stamina level.
Christmas Eve is always “drive around in PJs with hot chocolate looking at
Christmas lights until the little ones fall asleep.” It might say exactly that
on the placard.
I have some wrapping to finish but otherwise I think we
are in good shape to sail into the holiday with minimal exhaustion. After going
through what we could eat on Christmas Eve, I’ve decided we are going out for
dinner (Thai? Probably?) which means I can set my breakfast table midday
instead of the middle of the night. I’m also making most of Christmas breakfast
on Christmas Eve, so in the morning I can just stuff everything in the oven for
warming. I’ve gotten over my anxiety about the children being disappointed
about Christmas at this point. I know they’ll like things. I know they’ll be
disappointed there are no handheld video games under the tree, but I do hope
they get over it. S asked for a non-tech item Sunday morning and it was bought
by Santa by noon. We are done. Done. I’m done.
Merry Christmas!
























