Before heading to church, we had a few "special" deliveries to make. This year, we were beyond blessed to be a small part of adopting three families for the 12 Days of Christmas and we always take the last day; you know, the12 Drummers Drumming. Not only do we love giving on Christmas Eve, it also means that the kids get to be a part of the surprise drop.
At the first house, Miss A and Mr C both decided to drop the "Drum" on the front porch, and because we know the family and they know our car, we tried to "hide" and have the kids run. The drop went off without a hitch except for when they returned to the car. Mr C was running in his Ninja Style and Miss A, skipping along ahead of him jumped into the open car door and Dad starting pulling off while Miss M closed the door. Only problem, Mr C was on the opposite side of the car still running. We all screamed "we've left C" and Dad halted the car. It was the funniest thing ever according to Miss A who did not feel it was necessary to get C, but thought we should just let him run home.
Our second"surprise" stop went much smoother. However when we circled around to make sure that the gift had been picked up, we almost ran over a cat in the middle of the road. Not exactly stleath in our approach. I don't think the CIA will be calling us to do undercover work anytime soon!
Thankfully, we didn't need to go undercover to the Christmas Eve Worship Service because Miss A's smile was too big to hide. She loved that our "whole" Omaha Family was sitting in two pews in the same church. There is just something about Christmas Eve worship that means so much to me and seeing all my children catch that thrill is joy beyond words.
Our Fiesta dinner was topped off with our traditional Norwegian Rice Pudding Dessert so I'd say we are very ethnically diverse. Next year, it looks like Cousin L is in charge of bringing the prize for finding the almond in the pudding even if Miss A was trying with all her might to find it.
No family gathering would be complete without a few puzzles to complete, some bumper pool competitions, and the traditional Christmas play which this year included the entire crew and was an improvfest. Dad and Uncle S even got "caught" up in the action when Miss A put a paper bag over their heads. It was all part of the fun.
It was a fabulous start to our Christmas Celebration, and I heard my husband declare as we drove "out of sight" Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night." Later that night, he might have said to our children the same quote with just an added phrase "don't let me see the whites of your eyes until half past eight in the morning."
A man can dream can't he?
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