Growing up we always spent Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, and pretty much the entire week until New Years at my Grandma's house. I can only remember one year being home with just my parents and siblings and I think I was 17.
So it's a little weird for me still to have Christmas at home. And even weirder that I wanted to come home Christmas Eve and open presents with just us. We got home earlier than I thought we would so we popped some popcorn, watched the "It's Christmas Charlie Brown" movie, read a few Christmas books, and wrote Santa a note with a plate of goodies.
Pearl was so, so, so excited about Santa coming. She made sure Santa new we'd left him a snack of cookies, hot chocolate, and cashews. The Santa key too... 'cause we don't have a chimney for him to come down. And counted out nine carrots one for each of Santa's reindeer. She also left two notes with her's and Cole's wishes on them. Just in case he'd forgotten.
I wish you could push pause on this age when everything is magical.
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So sorry to hear about your grandpa. Truly. And now I am kicking myself because I should have done that of my grandma's hands and I prob won't see her alive again, dangit!! Your Christmas did look wonderful though! Man, Santa is awesome!
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