Christmas morning I went outside, took a deep breath and inhaled the wonderful smell of wood fires. I would say it reminded me of Christmas as a child, but that wouldn't be true since we did not have a fireplace or wood-burning stove growing up. The fires here were not in celebration of Christmas, it was just the local residents trying to keep warm because the temperature had dipped into the lower 70s. Positively frigid. Now that I think about it, if the temperatures ever do get below, say 60 degrees Fahrenheit, we might be in serious trouble, because have no way to heat our house--our house only has A/C.
One major key to making life work here is adaptability. Santa Claus, being the wise old elf that he is, knows this:
Our kids loved Christmas this year. Mali totally scored a deal when she found these awesome Christmas stockings and had them embroidered with our names.
My only question: why did Sarah get the red stocking?
Mali, looking as lovely as ever in the beautiful scarf/wrap/thingie that I "bought" for her. In other words, she found it, she bought it, she wrapped it up, and she labeled it as from me. Aren't I a great husband?
We aren't really big on hard, fast, tried-and-true Christmas traditions in our family, but one that Mali and I have tried to carry over comes my family growing up, and that is eating what we call "Sodermuffins." Yes, sounds like a blatant rip-off of McMuffins. It is. And the similarities don't end there. This little piece of Christmas morning delight consists of an egg, cheese, and ham or sausage, all on a toasted English muffin. Sound familiar, because it should. Delicious. We did break one small convention for our Christmas morning meal, in that we did not eat the traditional Soderborg breakfast cake (my mother's awesome recipe). We made a bold departure and had it for dinner.
This picture is proof of another long-standing Christmas tradition; the mid-morning daddy nap. Jane, undoubtedly with some prompting from her mother and encouragement from her older siblings, decided to interrupt my peaceful slumber with the ever-effective nose-poke.
So to make up for it she tried to give me a kiss, but it looks like she's ready to gnaw off my cheek. Such a sweet little girl! This actually has nothing to do with Christmas whatsoever, it's just really cute.
Closing thought: would you trade a white Christmas for being able to play tennis with your wife in the morning and then take your kids swimming OUTSIDE on Christmas day? Because that's what we did on Christmas day.
yes, I would. But not every year. And for the record, I think that daddy should have gotten the lone red stocking, or mommy. Did your kids not fight over that?
ReplyDeleteSurprisingly enough, there were no fighting and no tears over the stockings. I was actually hoping my son would get it, being the lone brother, but it seems to have worked out anyway.
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