It is always a lot of fun, a lot of chaos, and the occasional odd stocking stuffer. It gets just a little more chaotic with every addition to our ever-growing family. This was Makinley's first Christmas...and she survived. Scott has been a part of this annual event for so long now, that rarely does anything surprise or phase him. Nancy is still fairly new at this, however, and she still occasionally gets that "What in the hell have I married into?" look on her face. Living with me every day for the past two years has helped prepare her, at least a little bit, for the insanity.
Christmas Eve always involves going to the Candlelight Service at church. After that, it's off to Carrie's house for games. This part of the night got off to a rough start when Logan got home after church and immediately went to the play room, where his 16-in-1 game table from Santa was hidden. Only problem was that Santa was still on his way from the North Pole. Carrie really has to get better at hiding gifts. The middle of the play room is maybe not the best hiding place. We'll work on that for next year. Luckily Santa had a backup gift and Logan was none the wiser.
We got Carrie a Kwanzaa gift, since Laura would be mad if got her a Christmas gift, since Carrie was not either of our assigned Christmas gift recipients. The main reason for the gift was so we would have a new game to play on Christmas Eve. I think we succeeded in sneaking it by Laura. At least until she reads this blog. As we were wrapping up another exciting round of Wiltshire Family Trivial Pursuit, Nancy began having some weird stomach pains, so we had to call it a night. Her pregnancy really causes some strange aches and pains from time to time. Christmas Eve 2008 was in the books.
We awoke bright and early on Christmas morning to assemble a few toys and eat breakfast. Oh, and I was just kidding about the pregnancy thing. It is a running joke in our family. They expect a big "announcement" every time we visit. They even keep tabs on whether Nancy is drinking beer or not, in the hopes of getting a clue as to when the announcement might be.
Once Laura, Scott, and Makinley arrived, it was time for opening presents. This event is only slightly less chaotic than yelling "Fire!" in a crowded theater. Take three small children, all the toys from aisles 1 through 17 at Toys R Us, and 3 metric tons of wrapping paper, and there you have it. Mass hysteria. We used to calmly open our gifts one at a time, taking turns along the way. Not any more. Now it's everyone for themselves. No more posing for pictures with each gift, no more thank yous to the gift giver, no more telling everyone what you got. Luckily, Dad set up the camcorder on the tripod to capture every moment on tape, just as he has done every year since camcorders came out. We have yet to ever actually watch one of these tapes, but the point is, we could if we wanted to.
It seems every year there is one stocking stuffer that defies logic and common sense. Logan was the lucky recipient this year. He got a nutcracker. Now this is not the little soldier boy nutcracker, mind you. No, this is a solid steel nut-crushing device complete with sharp metal pick. Just what every 6 year old high on sugar needs. The ironic thing is that he received this gift on the only Christmas in memory that our stockings were not at least partially filled with whole, unshelled pecans and almonds. We got no gouda cheese this year either. Usually a round, red, wax-covered wheel of gouda cheese is as predictable in our stocking as the quiche is for Christmas breakfast. Not this year. I'm very sad about this.
As usual, the kids cleaned up. Logan got every type of transportation device possible, including a bike, a skateboard, and a scooter. Of course, he was much more enamored with his Star Wars toys. Makinley got multiple loud, noise making toys. Nancy and I always make it a point to give the kids the loudest, most obnoxious toys we can find. This year, we got Makinley an entire Bee Bop Band worth of noisy musical instruments, and we got Brynna the singing, dancing, joke-telling Elmo Live.
We scored a pretty good haul ourselves. Enough to fill up the entire back of Nancy's Santa Fe. The only gift I got that I didn't like was the box of Kleenex Laura and Scott gave me, with a note so cleverly included that reads, "Thought you might need these after this season of Aggie Football." Funny. Very funny. Oddly enough, the box wasn't opened. I figured at least a few of them would have been used over the past two years when their team got beat by our sad little team. But it makes sense. Between those two butt-whoopings and all their crying about OU going to the Big XII championship instead of them, I bet they used a whole box...so they had to buy us a new one.
All in all, it was a great Christmas, as they always are at our house. It was fun watching Logan and Brynna make our living room look like a small tornado had gone through. And watching Makinley take in all the sights and sounds and craziness of her first Christmas.
Now it's on to Part 2 on Saturday. There are two more little tornadoes just waiting to make a similar mess of Brandl and Danielle's living room. And Nancy and I, with our loud, obnoxious gifts in hand, wouldn't miss it.
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