It's 8:19 on Christmas Eve as I type this post. It was a wonderful day in the Angry household. In the morning, AB and I watched Charlotte's Web
, the version I remember from when I was a kid. Then around 10:30, I helped AB get dressed for his first visit to church. NSAH and AB went to the 11:00 service, which included a children-performed nativity story. Apparently AB was very good during the entire hour-plus-long service. I later asked him what his favorite part was, and he said, "When the baby Jesus was crying." (There was a real baby playing the part, and he or she needed to be escorted out and soothed, NSAH told me later.) My son, the sadist.
Their return home from church coincided nicely with the brief visit of some family members, who came bearing gifts from Krispy Kreme:
Aren't those the cutest? We each had one, and we're leaving one out for Santa tonight (which means I'll be fighting NSAH for it).
During AB's nap, I baked some amaretto brownies (gift for my uncle). And when AB woke up, I melted a bag of dark chocolate/raspberry chips and we dipped in Animal Crackers, sugar wafers, and dried apricots. Well, mostly I did the dipping, and AB decorated the chocolate masterpieces with his shaker of nonpareils. ("Sprinkles," he called them.) He was very serious about his job, too. He didn't try to sneak any of the goodies, and he was even cautious about having one when I offered it to him.
And now he's in bed. And ALB is in bed. And NSAH is in the basement wrapping my presents. And I am in bed watching Love, Actually
, one of my favorite Christmas movies. Not in bed for the night, though. Around 10, we'll put the presents under the tree and stuff stockings. (And there is the matter of that lone remaining snowman donut....)
Merry Christmas to all. I leave you with this parting wisdom from my movie:
"No one's ever gonna shag you if you cry all the time."