I fear this year was our last one.
Does that sound terribly rotten to say out loud?
We spend all day in our jammies.
We don't leave the house.
Nobody comes over.
We do our own thing.
It's so relaxing.
We open our presents. And then we go our separate ways... someone puts a new puzzle together, someone plays a new video game, someone reads a new book from Santa, someone takes a nap. It's peaceful. Enjoyable. Calm. Perfect.
Later in the day, we sit down together and play games, or play wii together, or watch a new movie that Santa brought. We laugh, we argue, we enjoy each other. Perfect.
This year, it started snowing on Christmas night... and it snowed for almost 24 hours straight. A beautiful way to end Christmas day. And the day after Christmas we ended up with over 14 inches of snow... we shoveled, we played, we threw snowballs, we made snow angels, we looked on in wonder as it continued to snow. And then friends came over, and we ended the day with some game time... we laughed, we argued, we enjoyed each other. Perfect.