This was our first Christmas on our own, with no trips to California involved. It was actually a bit fun to sort out our own traditions. We met the best Santa ever, and NO kids cried. We got a gigantic tree with twinkle lights and an angel. We spent Christmas Eve with some friends and all the little kiddos sat so reverently as Ryan told the Christmas story.
The girls had been sharing an army-style cot for over a month and it just wasn't exactly promoting sisterly affection so Santa got them both their own sleigh beds with Tinkerbell blankets. It was the best idea Santa has ever EVER had. At first they ran right past the beds to the presents under the tree so I had to interject a little "Oh my goodness, how did these beds get here??" and then they realized the joy of the season. Giggling, tears, laying in bed all day, it was a great Christmas.
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I'm such a sap for happy stories, gotta hold back my own tears of joy. :)
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