And women, obviously. Well, I thought it was obvious, but Noah said those are lungs.
So after decorating cookies we planted our magic candy cane seeds.
Then it was time for the annual reading of "Twas the Night Before Christmas" followed by the annual reciting of the Christmas Morning Rules.
- No screaming, yelling, or hollering to get out of their room until 8am (Yes, we are cruel. Yes, Noah wrote himself a note to remind himself not to wake up until 8am or later. Wish I had taken a picture, because it was cute.)
- No one goes downstairs until everyone is ready and Mommy has the camera.
- Read the tag on the gifts before you rip it open.
- If anyone ends up in the ER, the person responsible will be giving all of their gifts to the brother that is broken.
- And a special rule for Noah - only one Lego box is allowed to be opened and built at a time. Once it is complete and Mommy gets to see it he can do whatever the heck he wants with it. We will not be repeating the 12 hour Lego sorting marathon of last Christmas vacation.
Rich and I did the rest of our work, and then we hunkered down with a glass of wine and a snack (see above). It was a wonderful evening as we fantasized about the morning to come.
This was my Facebook post at 10:45 pm:
For me this is the best part of Christmas. The kids are asleep, Santa has come and gone, the presents are out, breakfast is ready to pop in the oven in the morning.Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Now I can set back with a drink and fantasize about tomorrow. Then I will pinch myself and remember that it will be nothing like my fantasy, but it will still be Christmas and I will still be with the three men I love most in the world.