Yesterday was a beautiful day, from the moment I woke to the moment my head was reunited with the pillow. It was such a joy to be at home for Christmas. I have never had a more wonderful Christmas and I am sure it is because we were home, together, and were able to slowly absorb the love and excitement of the day in our own sweet, slow time.
Matt worked on Christmas, cows don't take holiday. I woke up along with him and worked on the last few details of the dollhouse while the children slept.
I read, lit candles, turned on music and then woke the children up. We opened our stockings and the rest of the morning was spent in enjoyment of those things.
Later, Papa came home and we all crowded around him while he opened HIS stocking.
In the late afternoon, we crowded around the tree once more to give our gifts. The singleton gifts we gave the children were coupled with a few that Gram sent along our way-and one for each of us that Corynn had bought for us with Grandma. There were but a few-but that is how we like it.
It works well for us because we open our gifts one at a time. We thank the giver right away and we bask in each other's joy. It is much more fun for the giver AND receiver to have one gift spotlighted at a time.
Afterwards, we feasted. Wine, candlelight, ham, pie. Prayer. Meditation. Adoration. The Love of my family. The Love of our Father.
What a blessed day!
I hope yours was just as lovely!!