The
Christmas Shuffle has begun; no it isn’t some kind of hoe-down dance. Not
really, this is the dance that every parent does right before the paper
shredding event takes place.
First
thing in the morning we quietly sneak in to grab a cup of coffee, it might be
the only peace and quiet we have for two days. I love my kids don’t get me
wrong, but we ALL seek silence in the house before the “Christmas Twister”
hits. Once all the gift seeking sweethearts get up the Christmas tree attack
begins, so to speak. You can catch each one of then sitting on the floor
crisscross applesauce style, gazing at the gifts below the tree. The
conversation will consist of many different points of interest for all parents
to hear.
….”lets
count how many presents are under the tree.”
….”that’s
too heavy.”
….”this
one makes sound when you shake it, hey mom this isn’t breakable is it?”
….”someone
tricked me with this box.”
….”I
know exactly what this is.”
Once
their legs go numb from sitting on the floor the number one question will be
asked, not only once but multiple times, “When are we going to open the
presents?”
Once
the kids are entertaining themselves we begin our Christmas Shuffle. Running
around making sure we remember where we hid everything, it never fails
something is always missing. Then we do a quick double check to make sure we
didn’t leave anyone out, or short anyone I should say. We know how they like to
count and compare.
Quick
kitchen run through making sure all of the Christmas Eve and Christmas Day
dinner ingredients are on hand. Prepare the sugar cookie station with icing and
sprinkles, spread the wax paper out and lay out all of the cookies. Now it’s
time for the decorating chefs to come in and create. Mom and dad now have a few minutes to set
back, watch, enjoy and remember our childhood past at our cookie stations.
Our
Christmas Eve consists of all the fun activities discussed, the tradition and
activities continue on into the evening. Once the cookies are done it's time to
make the homemade pizzas, that's right on Christmas Eve we have homemade pizza
for our dinner, no were not Italian. Don't worry on Christmas Day it's the
traditional prime rib with all the trimmings. The stomachs are full, dishes in
the dishwasher and now it's time for the wrapping paper to fly.
Ah,
the smiling faces, giggles and joyful conversation are now taking place, while
we, mom and dad, set back wondering what just happened. Then laugh and realize
it was the "Christmas Twister". The evening has come to an end and
now it's time for bed, they try real hard to get all snug in their beds and go
to sleep for they know Santa Claus is on his way.
Some things never change. My brothers and I carried on until we were in high school. But my Mother was the worst. Her gift somehow got opened in the middle of the night, after Daddy went to bed! LOL Do we really grow out of it?
ReplyDeleteNo we never really grow up when it comes to the season. I still find myself shakeing a few boxes every now and then. LOL
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