Christmas Eve...
This day is, I think, more exciting than Christmas Day. There is such anticipation for the big day. I remember growing up that we couldn't sleep at night and when we finally did fall asleep (no matter what hour) we were pretty much up at 2 or 3am to find out what we got. I think we got yelled at every year because we would be playing with the toys and be too loud. Such wonderful memories! Ha ha ha
Actually I think my favorite memories of Christmas Eve were the years when we were able to help fill the bags that Santa was going to give out that night. In the ward that I grew up in, all the men got together and some dressed up as Santa and they went door to door and gave each kid a chance to ask for something or to check on if they had been good. Then all the kids would get a bag of treats. My sister, mother, and I would go down the road to a neighbors barn and, with the help of others from the ward, we would fill the many bags with treats. We had a blast doing it. I wish they wouldn't have given up on that tradition. It was started when my Dad was growing up. So sad when it went away!
The crazies were filled with such joy this year. It is so fun to watch the kids as they get older and see how much magic is in this holiday that has been lost by growing up.
I've been trying to talk with them a little bit each day about what Christmas is really about. They understand that Jesus was born, but right now it is more about Santa. One day we will get there! :)
Anyways, the day went by quickly and we had a lot of fun. We watched a couple of Christmas movies, made cookies, watched on Norad's Santa tracker where Santa was, drove around to see some lights, opened presents, put flour on the front porch (you'll see why later--if you don't already know), read the story in the bible, put out the plate of cookies and milk and wrote a note.
The funniest part of the night was when we told the girls to go to bed and they realized that we weren't going to bed right then. They were so worrited that Santa might not come because we were still up. We explained that he would come, but he wasn't quite to our house yet.
I think that it might have been the first time in a LONG time that they actually went to bed without ONE peep. It was heaven!
I'm so excited for tomorrow!
This day is, I think, more exciting than Christmas Day. There is such anticipation for the big day. I remember growing up that we couldn't sleep at night and when we finally did fall asleep (no matter what hour) we were pretty much up at 2 or 3am to find out what we got. I think we got yelled at every year because we would be playing with the toys and be too loud. Such wonderful memories! Ha ha ha
Actually I think my favorite memories of Christmas Eve were the years when we were able to help fill the bags that Santa was going to give out that night. In the ward that I grew up in, all the men got together and some dressed up as Santa and they went door to door and gave each kid a chance to ask for something or to check on if they had been good. Then all the kids would get a bag of treats. My sister, mother, and I would go down the road to a neighbors barn and, with the help of others from the ward, we would fill the many bags with treats. We had a blast doing it. I wish they wouldn't have given up on that tradition. It was started when my Dad was growing up. So sad when it went away!
The crazies were filled with such joy this year. It is so fun to watch the kids as they get older and see how much magic is in this holiday that has been lost by growing up.
I've been trying to talk with them a little bit each day about what Christmas is really about. They understand that Jesus was born, but right now it is more about Santa. One day we will get there! :)
Anyways, the day went by quickly and we had a lot of fun. We watched a couple of Christmas movies, made cookies, watched on Norad's Santa tracker where Santa was, drove around to see some lights, opened presents, put flour on the front porch (you'll see why later--if you don't already know), read the story in the bible, put out the plate of cookies and milk and wrote a note.
The funniest part of the night was when we told the girls to go to bed and they realized that we weren't going to bed right then. They were so worrited that Santa might not come because we were still up. We explained that he would come, but he wasn't quite to our house yet.
I think that it might have been the first time in a LONG time that they actually went to bed without ONE peep. It was heaven!
I'm so excited for tomorrow!
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