It's cold and snowy outside. Inside there is a little girl in a Christmas dress patiently waiting in front of the Christmas tree. Waiting patiently to open her presents. She has been full of excitment all day and the time has finally arrived.
She wants to sit next to her favorite cousin. They sit together and look at all their gifts. Counting them. Feeling them. Waiting for the adults to give them permission to open them.
Her daddy comes over to see her gifts. She excitedly shows him all the beautiful packages that have her name on them. And, then it is finally time. Time to open all the gifts. She squeals with excitment as she uncovers princesses, doll clothes, and new books. I just love Christmas through the eyes of a two year old. All the shopping, all the wrapping, all the preparing is worth it for these few moments of excitment.
This year little Grace doesn't get to excited about her gifts even when the kids try to wake her. But, the boys had fun opening her gifts and saving them for her.
After all the unwrapping, we sneak off to bed to wait to for Santa. There is no complaining about going to bed because they know Santa won't arrive until they are asleep.
At 4:30, I hear little feet running down the hall. I hear little voices whispering in the darkness. I drag myself from under the warmth of the blanket and find a light. I tell the kids to go back to bed. Hoping they will listen. Knowing they won't. So, we walk into the living room and they see all the presents Santa has left.
Santa left all the right gifts. BB guns, a 22, a basketball hoop, and clothes for baby Grace. The boys run their hands over their new guns wanting to take them out to shoot them right away. Knowing they have to wait, they plan their shooting adventure minute by minute.
It was quite a Christmas. We are so blessed and thankful for the gifts and the time with family. It's just a special time that we always cherish.
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