Our ornaments are packed away, piled into a big tub and stored away until next year. Gone is the plaid and the lights and our Christmas village, and in there place are empty spaces ready to fill.
Some last Christmas memories:
Our overnighter in the city, Christmas eve eve.
We stayed at Royal on the Park, a gorgeous old hotel that felt like we were in New York.
The kids loved talking to each other in different rooms over the hotel phones.
And we especially loved being poolside.
I tried hard to keep the illusion that we were a civilised family, but throw four excited kids together and we were the Griswolds in Paris, so help us God.
We wrangled the kids out for a late night in the city watching the parade, going out for dinner and watching the city hall light display. Magic, magic, magic.
We had such a good time we instantly decided to make it an annual tradition and head back next year. Highly recommend!
Christmas eve prep.
My favourite night of the year.
And then Christmas morning, the moment the kids have been waiting for.
(My best attempt at providing Billy with a sperm whale.)
Of all the too many gifts they got, these fancy electric toothbrushes were the biggest hit.
Joel keeps telling them to stop brushing their teeth. “You’ll wear all the enamel off!” he calls out.
Signing off with a little Christmas video of the best bits, the year my little loves were two and four, delighting in the magic of childhood Christmas.
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Merry Christmas, friends!