It wasn't the frenzied morning of chaos and flying wrapping paper I had expected. It was calm, for the most part. It was peaceful. It was focused.
We killed Santa last year, quite by accident, but I've enjoyed his demise. The kids don't seem to miss him in the least, and in fact have had quite a fun time playing along when adults asked them what Santa's bringing this year. They've answered enthusiastically, then given me that knowing look, as if we're in on some secret that the rest of the world doesn't know yet. It's adorable, really.
They've demanded and had some pretty heated discussions about taking turns replacing colorful ornaments with sparkling stars on our makeshift advent calendar as we've counted down to Jesus' birthday. Levi had the honor of hanging up the gold Jesus star this morning, and the excitement on all four little faces was priceless.
They knew what that final star meant. It meant Christmas had arrived. It meant birthday cake with all the sprinkles and family and friends and a day-long celebration and, yes, presents.
And that's just what we did.
It was a wonderful day, from start to finish. But if you ask Abby, she'll definitely tell you the best part was when these two wiggly teeth finally fell out.
Merry Christmas from the Family of Fish!