The Little Boys tried to start the day ultra early; I heard them playing at 1:30 AM and told them it was much too early to get up (which prompted a clearly only-partially-awake Isaac to muse 'gee, my watch must be really wrong!' as he trotted back to bed). We got started in earnest about five hours later with stockings before we paused for a quick breakfast of cinnamon buns and trees. (Trees are the traditional Wight family Christmas morning fare.) And then it was on to presents: video games and movies and lots of cat shaming for me.
The early afternoon hours saw us head to the cemetery to visit Logan's grave --thank you to whomever left the beautiful plant-- and then Abby and I bummed around the house while the boys went for a walk with their new scooters. We finished the day with pot roast, potatoes, carrots, rolls, and pumpkin pie and a viewing of the Angry Birds Movie.
It was a beautiful day, really. A lovely day to enjoy each other's company and to remember Jesus' blessed birth. And to be thankful --in the deepest way possible-- that His birth made renewed life a reality.
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