'Twas the morning of Christmas, and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse--at least not until about 8 a.m., with the youngest BoilerBaby not arising until a leisurely 9:30 a.m. That was the first sign that this Christmas might be a bit different.
We we did everything pretty much the same as most other years, but with very different results. The fam opened up their "surprise" Christmas pajamas on Christmas Eve, but we didn't take the pajama pic until this morning. When everyone finally did arise, our breakfast of churros con chocolate, courtesy of BoilerBaby 1, and breakfast tacos, by Chef BoilerBaby 2, pushed back the gift thing until at least 11 a.m. We took our time opening gifts, savoring our smaller Christmas. Final dinner prep didn't really begin until 1 p.m. As of 3 p.m., 50% of the BoilerFam was still attired in Christmas pjs. Doesn't really matter who, but it was just that kind of day. The fact that this year we went no where and kept Christmas all in the family made it no big deal.
Dinner was good and the conversation good, including the walk down memory lane of some of BoilerBaby2's antics from his childhood--there were many. We rounded out the day with a few games of killer Blokus, one of the family gifts. We are a competitive family, and by the second game, it was all out war.
Some oddities:
--BoilerBaby 2 got nothing that required electricity or batteries.
--Everybody else did.
--BoilerBaby 2 was the official photographer, and had great fun acting like a paparazzi (I don't see a career in photography in his future).
--as of midnight, everyone in the BoilerFamily was awake and going strong.
It was a blessed day.
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