Not everything got done this year. My Christmas letter is still sitting in the office, but it did get written and printed off. I didn't get to making a gingerbread house for us to decorate today. I wanted to just eat the candy, but Silje convinced me to hold off and just make a gingerbread house later this week. I'm thinking I'm going to sneak into the bag of M&Ms at least just a little.
Knut's mittens didn't get done, and he barely had anything to open Christmas morning, and I felt really bad about that. There's more to that saga, but the good news is they're ALMOST done. I did have a book for him to open which he's been wanting. It's a biography of George Washington, and he was very happy to get that. There was more to his present, but as it involved his ski training, I let him have it a few weeks ago so that he could get full use of it this winter.
Christmas cookies didn't get made, and the one batch I did do of Knut's favorite (mocha truffles) went terribly wrong, and I'm not sure they're even edible. Knut made fudge and his other favorites (Ritz crackers sandwiched with peanut butter and dunked in almond bark) so we have some cookies in the house.
Still, this may have been my favorite Christmas ever. I just loved being home this morning with my kids. I love seeing them play with all the wonderful things they got with such excitement. I loved seeing them delighted over the fancy brunch, and I've enjoyed all the snuggles and pajama living that has consumed all of us.
Jesus, thank you for coming to save us. Thank you for my family. Thank you for Christmas.