Stockings Hung with Care
I must admit, it was a bit sad to come back to rain and 50 degree weather after a glorious week in the mountains, buried in three feet in snow. We had a wonderful time in Idaho, celebrating Christmas with the family and the Thompsons. The last time we really celebrated Christmas together (because the Christmas spent in the hospital two years ago was...different...), Adam was the only addition to the family. Now that we are 11 (going on 12...), the pile of presents was a bit ridiculous. I have to say, it takes a much longer time to get to me now when we open presents from youngest to oldest!
Our Christmas was full of old and new traditions. Traditions inherited from our grandparents included reading the Christmas Story from Luke and "The Littlest Angel" (Bunn family traditions) and opening our stockings on Christmas Eve (Johnson family traditions--because Gramps could never wait until
Christmas to open gifts). And in the spirit of the traditions we've embraced recently, we feasted on seafood on Christmas Eve and watched the extended versions of the "Lord of the Rings" movies (delaying Casey and Kim's departure on the 26th for a good 25 minutes).
The snow was so deep and plush that we found ourselves standing on the fence and jumping spread-eagle into it. We enjoyed sledding (we did NOT enjoy huffing and puffing back up the
mountain) and snowmobiling (we did NOT enjoy crashing the snowmobiles because the snow was too powdery), and especially watching Cole head down the mountain in his little sled!
Cole got a sweet drum set for Christmas, but there is no feeling sorry for his parents--it was from them! We enjoyed reading
"Rudolph" and "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" with him and watching him run around answering the question "What does Santa say?" with the most adorable "ho, ho, ho!" ever heard.
Everyone else had to work on the 27th, so the 26th was full of packing and watching as much of "Return of the King" as we could. It was sad to see everyone go, but Mom, Dad, Jason, and I enjoyed a quiet couple of days before heading down the mountain.
Our Christmas was full of old and new traditions. Traditions inherited from our grandparents included reading the Christmas Story from Luke and "The Littlest Angel" (Bunn family traditions) and opening our stockings on Christmas Eve (Johnson family traditions--because Gramps could never wait until
Christmas to open gifts). And in the spirit of the traditions we've embraced recently, we feasted on seafood on Christmas Eve and watched the extended versions of the "Lord of the Rings" movies (delaying Casey and Kim's departure on the 26th for a good 25 minutes).The snow was so deep and plush that we found ourselves standing on the fence and jumping spread-eagle into it. We enjoyed sledding (we did NOT enjoy huffing and puffing back up the
mountain) and snowmobiling (we did NOT enjoy crashing the snowmobiles because the snow was too powdery), and especially watching Cole head down the mountain in his little sled!Cole got a sweet drum set for Christmas, but there is no feeling sorry for his parents--it was from them! We enjoyed reading
"Rudolph" and "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" with him and watching him run around answering the question "What does Santa say?" with the most adorable "ho, ho, ho!" ever heard.Everyone else had to work on the 27th, so the 26th was full of packing and watching as much of "Return of the King" as we could. It was sad to see everyone go, but Mom, Dad, Jason, and I enjoyed a quiet couple of days before heading down the mountain.
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