Christmas 2014, in the spirit of this past year, was lovely. Despite the lack of snow, and Christmas in March-like weather, my parents and sister came together with us on the farm to make it a special one indeed. The kids are at such perfect ages for this holiday, making the whole experience all the more joyful.
We sang carols (in our living room). Decorated a gingerbread barn replica of our own (despite some structural integrity issues). Set a festive table. Consumed champagne and dark n’stormies. Cooked bouef bourginon and reveled in its perfection. Read many a Christmas story. Eagerly anticipated Santa’s arrival. Made popcorn garlands. Celebrated new toys and fun. Indulged in new toys and fun. Ventured to the movies. Purchased a mini van (hey yo! We’ve reached a whole new level of parenting with this addition). Piled all seven of us into said minivan and went on an adventure. Snuggled with furry pups on the couch. Lounged by the wood stove. Risked burning down the house with rooms filled only with candlelight. And generally, delighted in the spirit of the season.
I was under the weather, and Courtland and Sunny both fell to the green boogers, feverish temps, and icky cough as my family departed Saturday afternoon. We spent the rest of the day lying in bed, watching movies and generally recovering from the fun of the previous four days. On Sunday, James and I worked like trojans, dismantling Christmas, rearranging the house, and packing for a trip south to visit his family. We’ll be ringing in the New Year in South Carolina. Here’s wishing you peace in these final days of 2014.