The kids woke up at 4:30 A.M.!!! Christmas morning, excited out of their skin that Santa had left them a cookie on their bed, presents under the tree...and HIS PIPE ON THE FIREPLACE! Apparently, while snacking on our milk and cookies, Santa got a little forgetful and left his pipe behind-a special corncob pipe WITH TEETHMARKS! They have been beside themselves with PROOF OF THE REAL SANTA, and have alreade penned a few letters to him to let him know we have his pipe, and will keep it safely under lock and key until he returns to retrieve it. That Santa-so forgetful. It's a wonder he makes it around the world in one night with everything he has to do. :)
Between the pipe and the White Christmas, we had quite a magical few days. Grady was in full swing this year, tearing into his presents with vigor, but old enough to take the time to watch everyone else opening their presents as well. The cereal boxes were a big hit.
Despite the early wake up call, we spent Christmas morning leisurely snacking on cinammon rolls, breakfast casserole, and sipping hot chocolate. Oh-and opening a few presents to eachother. It was really a magical morning, and one that I've filed away as so very special. Because we were snowed in, we stayed in our pjs for the majority of the day-even building snowmen and checking out the reindeer tracks in them-but that's part of the wonder of the day, isn't it? Around 4 in the afternoon, we decided to make the hike to my mom's house, bundling up in any gloves, hats, snowboots, and jackets that we could find. We strapped on some pistols (well, Sheriff Grady did anyway), and headed out the door-about an hour later (and many snowball fights, tumbles in the snow, and a little whining) we arrived at Grandmom's, where we had some of her Christmas Feast, warmed our toes, played a little Pictionaryman, and retrieved Todd's truck.
Did I mention we had to leave Todd's truck at my parent's house on Christmas Eve? Oh yes, once the snow started piling up, we loaded our loot and tried to head the two miles to our house, but Todd had a little difficulty getting out of the driveway and managed to not only get his truck stuck partially on the road, and partially on the driveway, but also to almost dismantle Dad's entry timbers...only to hear the whispers of "I told you so" as the snowfall picked up. Noone ever said it, but we all knew it was there. :) We managed to get home in the trusty minivan, but I doubt any of us will ever let Todd live this one down.
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i'll have to forward you pics of the tumbled aftermath Todd left :-)
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