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Christmas Morning
Dec. 25th, 2004 09:39 amI had my Christmas with my family last night. My father's family always celebrated on Christmas Eve, and having our celebration Christmas Eve allows my daughter to spend Christmas Day with her father and his family without having pressure on either family. Mom and Dad made prime rib in a wonderful little rotisserie device, and I was sent home with more than a pound of leftovers. I left them most of my homemade bundt cake in exchange.
The mini Christmas pageant was ok. I didn't do any of the readings, because Dad had that covered, although Mom was dissatisfied with the lack of coverage of the "no room at the inn" aspect and interrupted the reading and insisted that Dad tell the story himself. I sang "We Three Kings" and "Silent Night" with my mother and sister. (Dad never sings.) During "Silent Night," the Child wandered away to check if it was snowing. I don't think the event made much of an impression on her. I felt that it was mercifully brief.
Most of the gifts were for The Child, of course. The biggest hit was a stuffed-animal pug purse, from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raptures_shadow, who has pugs.
I had already received my gift from my parents: the money which they had given to me early because of the disastrous couple of days early this month when I had my carpets cleaned and my DVD storage unit broke.raptures_shadow also brought me a little gift: a DVD of Hidalgo, fullscreen edition (which I already have a widescreen copy of), which had been gnawed by the aforementioned pugs. She was, of course, sincerely contrite about the fact that she didn't have enough money to buy me another copy -- and the DVD itself was fine. It was just the case that was gnawed. I told her, "You know I'm going to have to post this on LJ." (She said she was ok with that, btw.)
Here's a scan of my Christmas present: ( Gnawed Hidalgo )
Overall, Christmas Eve was mostly about the family being together, and in that regard it was definitely a good time. We will all be gathering together tomorrow for my Dad's birthday (with various aunts, uncles and cousins in attendance as well), and I'm looking forward to that.
I was awakened this morning by the sight of my daughter standing next to my bed in new pink flannel jammies with a flashing red nose over her own. Quite a sight, let me tell you!
At the moment, upstairs, there are three little girls, the Ex and the Ex's SO, his parents, his sister and her fiance. I believe I also hear the voice of the god-daughter (which means her son is also there) and perhaps my daughter's godfather as well. It sounds like I'm living below Mt. Olympus with all the thundering on my ceiling, and all the voices!
I think I'm going to get out and catch a movie today. . . just to get away from the noise upstairs. The Child and I went to see Ocean's 12 yesterday. Cute, but not as good as 12. My verdict: wait to see it on video.
The mini Christmas pageant was ok. I didn't do any of the readings, because Dad had that covered, although Mom was dissatisfied with the lack of coverage of the "no room at the inn" aspect and interrupted the reading and insisted that Dad tell the story himself. I sang "We Three Kings" and "Silent Night" with my mother and sister. (Dad never sings.) During "Silent Night," the Child wandered away to check if it was snowing. I don't think the event made much of an impression on her. I felt that it was mercifully brief.
Most of the gifts were for The Child, of course. The biggest hit was a stuffed-animal pug purse, from
raptures_shadow, who has pugs.I had already received my gift from my parents: the money which they had given to me early because of the disastrous couple of days early this month when I had my carpets cleaned and my DVD storage unit broke.
raptures_shadow also brought me a little gift: a DVD of Hidalgo, fullscreen edition (which I already have a widescreen copy of), which had been gnawed by the aforementioned pugs. She was, of course, sincerely contrite about the fact that she didn't have enough money to buy me another copy -- and the DVD itself was fine. It was just the case that was gnawed. I told her, "You know I'm going to have to post this on LJ." (She said she was ok with that, btw.) Here's a scan of my Christmas present: ( Gnawed Hidalgo )
Overall, Christmas Eve was mostly about the family being together, and in that regard it was definitely a good time. We will all be gathering together tomorrow for my Dad's birthday (with various aunts, uncles and cousins in attendance as well), and I'm looking forward to that.
I was awakened this morning by the sight of my daughter standing next to my bed in new pink flannel jammies with a flashing red nose over her own. Quite a sight, let me tell you!
At the moment, upstairs, there are three little girls, the Ex and the Ex's SO, his parents, his sister and her fiance. I believe I also hear the voice of the god-daughter (which means her son is also there) and perhaps my daughter's godfather as well. It sounds like I'm living below Mt. Olympus with all the thundering on my ceiling, and all the voices!
I think I'm going to get out and catch a movie today. . . just to get away from the noise upstairs. The Child and I went to see Ocean's 12 yesterday. Cute, but not as good as 12. My verdict: wait to see it on video.
