1. The Christmas Photo Shoot
For the past two years, I have been obsessed with having family Christmas jammy photos. If we had a photographer in the family, I would hire him or her in a heartbeat, but since we have no such luck, our next best option is going to our local JC Penny Portrait Studio.
This year we took a morning off from school and work for the photo shoot. For one, weekday mornings are way more peaceful as they avoid the mobs of families waiting to take their pictures on weekday evenings and weekends. Second, we look refreshed because we just showered. (Last year, after a full day of work, I had to reapply my makeup, and I still looked tired!) Here are just a few of my favorite pictures this year...
2. The Cub Scout Holiday Party
Hubby and I were in charge of offering the holiday entertainment at this year's Cub Scout Christmas / Holiday Party. Lew played the guitar, Little Lewie rang the bells, and I lead everyone in song to "Jingle Bells," "The Jingle Bell Rock," "Frosty the Snowman," Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer," and "Santa Claus is Coming to Town." We have a lot of young boys in our pack this year (Lions at age five and Tigers at age six), so they were EXCITED when Santa came to visit.
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| These were the adorable cupcakes a mom made for the kids. Gosh, I wish I had this talent! |
3. Don't Be a Cotton-Headed Ninny Muggins
I love the movie Elf. I had a chance to watch it along with some of my other favorite holiday classics like A Christmas Story and A Christmas Story 2. At work (I work for a college), our financial aid office decorated their door with one of my favorite Elf quotes:
The door gave me so much joy, I had to take a picture. Plus, for all of December, this became my favorite phrase. I would tell Lewie to stop being "a Cotton-Headed Ninny Muggins" whenever he failed to do the following: close the outside door, put on his coat, forget where he took off his shoes, ask for too many desserts, etc. etc.
4. The Holiday House Tour
Every year, my mom and I go to Woodbury, Connecticut for their annual Holiday House Tour. (It's been a tradition for us since the year 2000; we only missed two years in between due to sickness and snow.) Each year, the Women's Club of Woodbury select six different houses for us to view that range from the 1600's to modern times. While I enjoy seeing some of the newer homes, which are usually big, bright, and spacious, my favorite homes are those that date back to the Revolutionary War era. With their low ceilings, squeaky wood floors, and their tilted staircases, these older homes really have character. Plus, many of such homeowners like to decorate their houses with period pieces, which truly provide a glimpse of what it must have been like to live "back in the day." As a big fan of HGTV, I could honestly tour houses all day long. Words cannot explain how much I look forward to this tour every year!
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| This year we toured an old, one-room school house from the early 1800's. Here were some items on the teacher's desk. |
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| It's the little touches that make some of these Christmas tress so beautiful. |
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| I would die for a kitchen like this! |
5. Pushy Santa
Admittedly, I didn't have much time to cook this month. Oh, who am I kidding? As a full-time working mom that also teaches a college English class and is a volunteer for our town library, church, and Cub Scout program, my family and I live on smoothies, salads, and frozen dinners--plus dessert. One day in December we decided to go to our local diner for a "real meal" and discovered that joy of joys, Santa was there in the flesh to take pictures with all the boys and girls in the restaurant. We hardly had a chance to sit down at our booth when Santa and his elf came over and insisted that Lewie needed to come into the next room for a picture. (Evidently, there weren't many kids in the restaurant, and Santa felt like he needed to earn his keep.)
I went with Little Lewie into the other room while my husband held our table and waited for our food. Lewie didn't say anything, but he politely stood by Santa for the picture. This, of course, was not how it's supposed to go. Santa insisted that Lewie sit on his lap, so he could tell him what he wanted. Lewie obliged, and we took the picture, but afterwards, we all agreed that his man earned the title of "Pushy Santa."
6. Our Christmas Tree
I have to laugh when I think about the antics of getting our "real" Christmas tree this year. Usually we have time to pick one out during the first few weekends of December, but this year, we were busy with the visit to Santa's Village, then Cub Scout activities, and then the Holiday House Tour. I somehow thought places would be open to pick up a tree on a weekday evening, but we drove to a place rather far away on a Wednesday night and had no such luck. (Next time, I'll call before making the trip!)
On the third weekend of December, we decided the easiest solution would be to buy two trees (one for us and one for my mom) from our local fire department and have them deliver them to us in their firetruck. On Saturday morning (December 15th), Little Lewie and I drove by the firehouse several times only to see that there were no trees in their parking lot. Hmmm.... We called and found out there were only three trees left (in back of the building). Little Lewie and I hauled ass back to our car again and drove down as fast as we could. One tree was much too large for us, so we settled on the two smaller trees. Who cared what they looked like...we needed a tree--two trees to be exact! I won't bother telling you when we finally ended up decorating the said trees. I won't even go into the story about how we needed to buy two brand new tree stands. The moral of the story is that our Charlie Brown Christmas tree ended up looking beautiful, and since it went up late, it will stay up until February. The end.
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| Our trees being delivered by our very own volunteer fire department. They are the best! |
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| Here they come... |
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| The final product...not bad for one of the last trees on the lot! |
7. Santa's Letter
Last year I knew Little Lewie still believed in Santa Claus, but this year felt different. He said he knew the Santa at Santa's Villlage "wasn't the real Santa" because "the real Santa didn't have time to take pictures." Thus, I knew he wasn't going to be fooled by the Santa at the Cub Scout Holiday Party or the one at the Route 67 Diner either. Still, does he believe there's a "real Santa"?
No less, he wrote a very nice letter to Santa and made sure to decorate it with lots of holiday stickers. Then, we followed our time-honored tradition of mailing it at our local post office by placing it in the "special Santa mailbox." (Within a week, Santa mailed back a letter letting us know it was received--I love our Post Office!)
8. The Children's Christmas Mass
Every year, our church has a 9:15 a.m. children's mass where each child takes turns putting their handmade ornaments on the tree. As a forth grader, Lewie has now celebrated this tradition for four years. It's a joy being part of this tradition, and yet, I was a little sad this year because he's seen as one of the "big kids" now. The tradition will stop for him next year in fifth grade.
9. Christmas Morning
Lewie woke up at 5:50 a.m. to open his presents on Christmas morning. I had just gone to bed at 3 a.m. Yay for me! Daddy woke up for most of it but then fell back to sleep in his recliner. No matter how early it was in the morning, Lewie's excitement was priceless. He already thought he'd get the xbox gift card and the drawing tablet for his computer--the two main gifts he requested from Santa in his letter. Still, he was equally excited about the smaller gifts like the books from his favorite authors (Brave by Svetlana Chmakova and Posted by John David Anderson), the pineapple reindeer ornament (Lewie had an ongoing joke about pineapples this year), and his chocolate Kisses.
As he gets older, more and more of his interests are computer related, which means wanting new computer applications, games and software that are "in the cloud" and not easily wrapped. On the one hand, it does take a little bit of the excitement away from Christmas but at the same time, it also saves the environment on the waste of unnecessary wrapping and paper. In the end, it's the joy of giving, no matter what form, that means the most.
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| He woke up so super early in the morning. It felt like midnight. |
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| I made his take photos again when the sun came out. |
10. The Great Miracle
Christmas itself celebrates a miracle, but we had our own miracle in our little family. Early this year, our beloved aunt found out she has stage four ovarian Cancer. She was sick for Easter, for Lewie's First Communion, for Memorial Day, Independence Day, Labor Day, her birthday, our birthdays, and even Thanksgiving. After many rounds of Chemo, her doctors decided it was time to perform surgery, and so on Dec. 12th, she was admitted into Yale New Haven Hospital with nothing more than a hope and a prayer (actually many prayers).
That same day, the doctor claimed the surgery to be a success, and we were allowed to bring her home to our house a week later. Now, we are not saying the Cancer is completely gone. There will be another round of Chemo and more tests for 2019, but over the course of the week that she stayed at our house, we watched her health, her strength, and her vitality drastically improve. When she first came home, she could barely lay in the recliner or eat anything. When she left to go back to her house (yesterday), she was walking, dressing herself, climbing stairs, eating well, smiling, laughing and telling stories. We had her for Christmas, and she was happy, vibrant, and dare I say, healthy. Our prayers were answered, and Little Lewie was beyond elated as Aunty Kiki (as she's affectionately known) was able to spend quality time with us after missing her for almost the entire year.
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| (Aunty Kiki is hugging Little Lewie in this picture. I don't have a Christmas photo as she was still recuperating.) |
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