Saturday, December 25, 2010
Christmas morning. The kids slept until 7:15. How very reasonable!
When I was a kid, waiting at the top of the stairs on Christmas morning were the longest minutes of my life. (My parents insisted on walking the dog, making coffee, showering and shaving before we were allowed downstairs). We only made Skyler and Reed wait for a few minutes. I was just as excited as they were. (But can we just pause for a moment to appreciate how much work goes into this holiday when you are the parents?). Okay, thanks.
We ate our traditional brunch, a Sausage-Egg and Cheese Strata, German Christmas Stollen, and Fruit Salad. This is such an important part of our Christmas, and it was the same brunch my sister and brother were eating in Utah right about the same time.
We watched the kids play, took naps on the couch, I went for a short run, and then we moved over to my mom's for Beef Wellington, roasted potatoes and onions and green beans, also the same meal we've had on Christmas since I was a kid.
I'm full. Of family, food, and the comforts of home. And tomorrow? A 5K in the morning and then a (reportedly) HUGE BLIZZARD.
Merry Christmas, indeed.