Christmas feels like an eternity ago, but I wanted to share some pictures and sweet memories...
Lucy and Alice hanging up their stockings on Christmas Eve... they left some milk and cookies for Santa and carrots for the reindeer!
They were very excited!
Lucy was making some great faces...
We decided to get matching Christmas pajamas again... third year in a row.
Even Morgan and I got to match!
We spent Christmas Eve watching a Christmas movie and wrapping presents.
Christmas morning cinnamon rolls!
The girls opened their stockings while Morgan and I had coffee. After our breakfast of warm, gooey cinnamon rolls, we all gathered around the tree to open presents...
Lots of excitement!
Even Georgia got into the Christmas spirit...
She was thrilled.
We make the girls take turns opening their presents. They each get something to read, something to wear, and something to play with. Alice, who is really into the show Octonauts, got some Octonaut figurines...
And a Gup-A submarine.
Lucy got some Legos...
She has been asking for this particular set for ages.
(Notice Esme with her Anna doll... This is the doll she wanted from Disney World. Her reaction when she opened it was priceless!)
After presents, Morgan built a fire in the fireplace. Then, he and the girls watched Charlie Brown's Christmas.
Christmas Legos!
Around lunchtime, our families arrived for more celebrating! They were kind enough to take pictures of all of us in our matching jammies...
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from our wacky family!
In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan;
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.
Frosty wind made moan;
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.
Our God, heaven cannot hold Him
Nor earth sustain,
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty —
Jesus Christ.
Enough for Him, whom cherubim
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom Angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.
Angels and Archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air;
But only His Mother
In her maiden bliss
Worshipped the Beloved
With a kiss.
What can I give Him,
Poor as I am? —
If I were a Shepherd
I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part, —
Yet what I can I give Him, —
Give my heart.
"In the Bleak Midwinter" by Christina Rosetti
