Christmas 2005 - 2
Continuing.
It was after 2am Christmas morning when we finally got home and collapsed in bed. Our church service started at 11am and we bounced (drug) in just as the music started. Great worship music as per usual with a moving sermon from John 1 stating that God made a choice of love to send His Son to us and now we have a choice as to whether or not we accept this gift. Another great part of any church service is the greeting and chatting with the many friends after service.
After departing church, we went by our abode to pick up some clean clothes for Papa and went to see him for a while. We came home from there and commenced to finish wrapping presents for the “grands” to be given that evening. We finished the wrapping and got the car loaded (trunk and back seat full) to make them the last stop of the evening.
The next to last leg of our Christmas journey was to make the 30-minute trip out my brother’s place to visit with his gathering of kin. Much laughing and talking and snacking later we departed for our last stop of the evening with the “grand” ones that live locally. I didn’t realize how much my favorite wife had bought until I had to unload it all at once. They had just cleaned up from “Santa’s” visit when it struck all over again.
Then it was a flurry of torn wrapping paper, squeals of recognition and surprise and running and jumping feet. When the dust finally settled, everyone was playing with everyone else’s toys, sometimes to their consternation, and the den was a wreck. We had saved two special gifts – one special pair of boots for the granddaughter, 12, and the tricycle/trailer was outside for the 3 ½ year old grandson.
The boots were opened and an extraordinary squeal of delight – that warmed the hearts of grandparents – let us know that we had made a hit. Then the grandson was taken outside to view his vehicle. He said “my goodness” and promptly jumped on and rode it down the small slope behind their patio. A few adjustments are going to have to be made for him to reach the pedals properly, but we knew that we made a hit with that one too because he really didn’t want to come back inside.
With all the toys available, most all of us were fascinated with one for the 9-month-old – including the grandpa. It was one that when turned on, several plastic balls would pop out of one hole, roll around and down a chute and then pop back up. OK, sometimes it doesn’t take much to entertain a grandpa. The young one – in grandpa’s lap – would grab for the balls when they popped up and on occasion of getting one, it would be examined orally and then dropped. The balls would sometimes pop out in the floor and all would scramble to retrieve them.
The little one even helped in the clean-up process by grabbing discarded wrappings to make sure no good tasting ones got thrown away. The paper and boxes were finally cleaned up and a semblance of order was restored to the den. The young ones were way past tired and were winding down to be sent to nighty-nite. Before leaving we were required to visit the room of the granddaughter to check out all the neat stuff she received.
She received a very comfortable folding chair with ottoman for the feet. She also had a very squishy pillow, and I tried out the chair/ottoman/pillow combo and promptly went into a semi-conscious state – I knew better than to get still. The spice-of-my-life finally aroused me enough to drive home. After a few necessary things – check email, etc. – we crashed shortly after 11pm, somewhat of a record on the early side of late. Wow, what a Christmas! ec
It was after 2am Christmas morning when we finally got home and collapsed in bed. Our church service started at 11am and we bounced (drug) in just as the music started. Great worship music as per usual with a moving sermon from John 1 stating that God made a choice of love to send His Son to us and now we have a choice as to whether or not we accept this gift. Another great part of any church service is the greeting and chatting with the many friends after service.
After departing church, we went by our abode to pick up some clean clothes for Papa and went to see him for a while. We came home from there and commenced to finish wrapping presents for the “grands” to be given that evening. We finished the wrapping and got the car loaded (trunk and back seat full) to make them the last stop of the evening.
The next to last leg of our Christmas journey was to make the 30-minute trip out my brother’s place to visit with his gathering of kin. Much laughing and talking and snacking later we departed for our last stop of the evening with the “grand” ones that live locally. I didn’t realize how much my favorite wife had bought until I had to unload it all at once. They had just cleaned up from “Santa’s” visit when it struck all over again.
Then it was a flurry of torn wrapping paper, squeals of recognition and surprise and running and jumping feet. When the dust finally settled, everyone was playing with everyone else’s toys, sometimes to their consternation, and the den was a wreck. We had saved two special gifts – one special pair of boots for the granddaughter, 12, and the tricycle/trailer was outside for the 3 ½ year old grandson.
The boots were opened and an extraordinary squeal of delight – that warmed the hearts of grandparents – let us know that we had made a hit. Then the grandson was taken outside to view his vehicle. He said “my goodness” and promptly jumped on and rode it down the small slope behind their patio. A few adjustments are going to have to be made for him to reach the pedals properly, but we knew that we made a hit with that one too because he really didn’t want to come back inside.
With all the toys available, most all of us were fascinated with one for the 9-month-old – including the grandpa. It was one that when turned on, several plastic balls would pop out of one hole, roll around and down a chute and then pop back up. OK, sometimes it doesn’t take much to entertain a grandpa. The young one – in grandpa’s lap – would grab for the balls when they popped up and on occasion of getting one, it would be examined orally and then dropped. The balls would sometimes pop out in the floor and all would scramble to retrieve them.
The little one even helped in the clean-up process by grabbing discarded wrappings to make sure no good tasting ones got thrown away. The paper and boxes were finally cleaned up and a semblance of order was restored to the den. The young ones were way past tired and were winding down to be sent to nighty-nite. Before leaving we were required to visit the room of the granddaughter to check out all the neat stuff she received.
She received a very comfortable folding chair with ottoman for the feet. She also had a very squishy pillow, and I tried out the chair/ottoman/pillow combo and promptly went into a semi-conscious state – I knew better than to get still. The spice-of-my-life finally aroused me enough to drive home. After a few necessary things – check email, etc. – we crashed shortly after 11pm, somewhat of a record on the early side of late. Wow, what a Christmas! ec
posted by mreddie | 7:55 AM
5 Comments:
I like your comment "after the dust settled!" That was a great day, indeed, and I know Grandpa was greatly amused.
Bonita - Amused, amazed, gladdened, enriched, enlightened, enthralled and much more. ec
I enjoyed the part about the little one checking the flavor of the wrapping paper. It brings quite an image to mind. :D
the beloved - Evidently he found some that tasted to his liking because he was pretty upset when we took it away. :) ec
He said “my goodness”
What a cutie!
Our Christmas Eve wasn't as busy, but it was blessed. We watched old movies (black and whites) on tv until too late, and then we hit the sack and dragged ourselves out WAY TOO EARLY in the morning. :-)
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