Christmas morning

With all the excitement of Christmas Eve (some good, some not so good, but more on this later), we figured Samson might never go to sleep. He was very interested in the Christmas pageant at Mass, especially because Mary was about a foot taller than Joseph [I think the fifth graders from the parish school provide the cast for the nativity play].

[Sidenote: For some reason, Samson was obsessed with whether or not Joseph was old/big enough to go into the street by himself. I have no idea why, but he asked this question at least three or four times. I told him no as I figured the likelihood of him seeing Joseph (with or without Mary) crossing the street was pretty slim.]

We had a nice dinner with Jacob and his family, and the boys were spinning like tops by the end of the night. Amazingly enough, though, both Samson and Jane slept past seven on Christmas morning. Insert your own Christmas miracle joke here.

And despite the warnings and the call from Mrs. Claus regarding Samson's precarious position on the "nice" list, old Santa made his visit and left a "fire set" for Sam and a rocking giraffe for Jane (whose place on the "nice" list was never in doubt).


I'm not sure how your family does things, but Santa just brings one gift per child to our house. The rest are probably credited to him anyway, but we like to get in on the action a little too.