Christmas Commentary

Christmas Eve Eve we had a small handful of friends over for dinner. It is one of the many highlights of my Christmas Season. I look forward to it all year. And it did not disappoint.

Christmas Eve I got the best surprise of all and he didn’t fit under my tree. My brother came to my house for Christmas Eve dinner. He stayed until late in the night and we all talked and laughed, and Mom cried because her baby was home.

 

Tradition is a must for me. Christmas Morning is never complete for me without my Cinnamon Rolls. My, crack the can on the counter, pop it open, through them in the pie pan, Pillsbury Cinnamon Rolls. Thank you, Hubs for running out and finding them for me.

SuperNanny ain’t got nothing on me. Those that know me know that I am a sucker for sitting with JP each night until he falls asleep. It’s as much for me as it is for him. Ok, probably more me. Hubs doesn’t care for the idea and thinks JP and I should have long ago outgrown this. However, when I opened my annual Willow Tree Figurine to see that Hubs got me this one (which I had never even seen), I teared up. He loves me. He really does love me.

Favorite gift of this Christmas? Well, JP names everything as his favorite. But by the looks of the camp out in his room each night, I’d say the Pop Up Tent he received (a complete “on a whim” gift) takes the cake. In fact, the tent was forgotten in the car until later in the day. He has been in it as much as possible since we gave it to him.