We did a little play of the nativity story with the girls this year. Some were very unwilling to dress up and act their parts, but it was fun anyway.
The girls always get to open a present on Christmas eve.
This year they got new jammies.
Dad was master video taper for the morning. I was working the camers, and that is why there are no pictures of me!
M with her tea cup pup.
She opened all her presents and seemed to enjoy them all. Afterwards she walked around kind of sad (she had a cold so I thought that might be why). I think she was just trying to be tough and figure things out. She completely broke down crying at breakfast and said, "I didn't get anything I want." Dad asked her what she wanted and she said, "A fur real pony." She said the only thing she liked that she got was her Barbie movie. It broke my heart! After breakfast I was talking to her about it and she said, "I told Santa's helper (the dressed up man at the ward Christmas breakfast) that I wanted the pony. I guess I should have told the real Santa." The poor little thing. Her little world was shattered. I felt so bad I cried. I know she wanted the pony, but there is no way we could afford that! She got a fur real puppy, but she REALLY REALLY REALLY wanted that pony I guess. Her faith in Santa is shattered...he isn't as magic as she thought.
She seems to have recovered nicely and is enjoying all of her presents now....thank goodness!
H's favorite gifts were these bead necklaces.
She wasn't much interested in her other gifts. She just wanted to play on the stairs with her beads.
DH spoiled me with clothes, a new crockpot, glassware, cookbooks, and lotions. It was a fun day.