Christmas Day in Oklahoma is crazy fun. Sheer chaos abounds as kids go wild opening presents, but as the kids get older, the chaos is becoming slightly more contained. The kids take more time opening each gift, appreciating each one instead of trying to tear open all the wrapping on every gift in 30 seconds or less. Still, I found myself opening my own gifts alone in the living room while the family enjoyed Grandma's famous cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate because I was so focused on watching others enjoy their gifts that I nearly forgot about mine. Here are a few snapshots from our Christmas bliss.
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| Grandma's cinnamon rolls always rise unlike those we try to make at home. |
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| Christmas bliss for our little girl |
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| Christmas Day for our little boy |
The following scrapbook page pictures Grandma and Grandma opening the big gift from all the kids combined. I had just looked at old photos of a brother-in-law getting a new bicycle as a kid. Then I looked up to find him sitting on the youngest grandson's new bike. My husband is holding a card from our daughter. She addressed it to "Pappy" because that's the name she prefers to call him. He isn't fond of the name, nor do I like being called "Mother" in her prim and proper tone. She's always going through some stage or another, and the current stage is to talk in old upper crust English. I'm still amused over the way Grandma tagged each gift. Instead of writing our names on them, she printed out a different photo of each of us for each gift.
The photo at the bottom of the four brothers in their scarves is significant. My husband's grandmother (Grandma's mother) died this past summer. She had been our kids' last living great-grandparent. My husband is one of about 37 cousins. One of the cousins took all the yard their grandma had left behind and knitted a scarf for each of the cousins out of her scraps as a special reminder of their precious grandmother who loved to knit, quilt, and sew.
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| Scarves with a note in each wrapped gift box |
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| The note she included with each scarf |
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