Here are a few pictures!
Naomi enjoying her candy cane from Santa (she did NOT enjoy Santa).
Ben with his sweet treat. :)
We don't really do Santa in our house, not because we have a philosophical reason against it necessarily, but more because I just think there are so many things I want to teach them about Jesus and his birth and the real reason for the season, that I don't want to waste any of this precious time on Santa. So when Santa asked Ben if he had been a good boy and what he wanted for Christmas, Ben just looked at me, as if to say, "Who is this guy, and what's with the questions?" :)
We don't really do Santa in our house, not because we have a philosophical reason against it necessarily, but more because I just think there are so many things I want to teach them about Jesus and his birth and the real reason for the season, that I don't want to waste any of this precious time on Santa. So when Santa asked Ben if he had been a good boy and what he wanted for Christmas, Ben just looked at me, as if to say, "Who is this guy, and what's with the questions?" :)
Ben and Uncle Ryan with the hat switch.
(Never mind that it was 70 degrees and hats were not necessary).
Andrew and Meredith's brother Noah doing the dirty work. :)
My lovely photogenic helpers dragging out the Christmas boxes.
Ben decorating the tree.
Last year we decorated after Ben went to bed, and he woke up the next morning distraught that we had done it all without him. So this year he wanted to put EVERY LAST ORNAMENT on the tree.
The angel ornament seen in the picture has special meaning. It came in the box of ornaments we got from Andrew's mom when we got married (most of them ones that Andrew had made). One for every year. This particular one I call the "retarded angel" (not very pc i know) and he lives on the back of the tree each year. :) But the funny this is that Naomi saw it, and loves it... pointing it out almost every day. Silly girl!
The finished product! I love our not-very-beautiful tree! We collect ornaments from every place we visit, and so each ornament has meaning, or at least a story, so it is fun to revisit all those places and memories while decorating the tree each year! (And then you also don't have the clutter of trinkets from all the places you visit the other 11 months of the year! :).
2 comments:
the retarded angel...hahaha!
By the way, I never believed in Santa. He was just not a big deal in our house either. Presents were from my parents and extended family...not Santa. My mom always said she didn't want to lie to her children, and I'm glad it was like that!
the retarded angel....hahaaha!
By the way, I never believed in Santa. He was just never a big deal in our house either. All my presents were from my parents, not Santa. And, my mom said she just didn't want to lie to me. I'm glad it was always like that!
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