I spent the day eating chocolate truffles, laughing at my sister-in-law rapping to Rockband, and lounging with the people I love most in the world. We cooked some food and washed some dishes, too, but those mundane details were lost in the fun.
Grace discovered the wonder of creation-again. She turned her new camera into a paintbrush to transform the color of her world (the camera has a feature enabling it to change colors of the objects it photographs, so the Santa hat is now green in her photos).
Somebody proclaimed that spinach dip is almost as good when the dipper is an apple slice. Braden drew convincing pictures of the Iron Man as we watched the flick. Bethany giggled through a foot spa. Piano sonatas serenaded us throughout the day-with four piano players in our family, our piano rarely gets a rest.
Rockband was a hit-Caleb was crowned the most accomplished on the drums. I failed the guitar. Our family was spared the misery of listening to me attempt vocals. Grace’s score was 100% on vocals-imagine that.
Bubba and Caleb plotted to open new songs by beating the challenge scores. Caleb wanted to look up cheats, but Bubba insisted on doing it the hard way.
Karis spent the day with her sweetheart’s family after we opened gifts this morning.
Dad called Jason and wished him a Happy Birthday. Confused it with Merry Christmas.
We decided we should all call Jason and wish him a Happy New Year’s, Valentine’s, St. Patrick’s, and by-the-way we’re about to start our Easter egg hunt. Where was he, anyway? He didn’t see the Witten jersey I wore all day. The sports-blogger in him would appreciate it. The kids searched to find my Christmas day attire. Now I can get a discount at Albertson’s when I stop for groceries on Sunday. Probably only one more Sunday to cash in on that offer.
My rambling isn’t because I’ve had too much eggnog-I’ve had a huge dose of family. And I can never get too much of our entertaining clan. Before the evening is over, we’ll watch another movie, play a few games, and listen to someone play another tune or two on the piano. We’ll savor our sparkling juice in our indigo long-stemmed glasses, we’ll hug and say our I-love-yous, and we’ll be glad for another year of celebrating Christmas together.
Merry Christmas!
