O Christmas Blog

Christmas has come and gone and I've managed to talk myself out of the depths of post Christmas depression in order eek out a meager blog post before throwing myself back in bed to wallow in my anguish that I have to wait another year for the holiday. No, I'm not dramatic. If you want drama, immerse yourself in Facebook for 5 minutes.

We did a few fun holiday events this year. Of course, the first was the Santa Express. We went to go watch the Christmas light presentation set to music on a street not too far from our house. 

 Dawson had his school Christmas concert. He's the one wearing black.

And we finished off our little event outings with the Electric Safari. The Cheyenne Mountain zoo is decorated and you can pay an exorbitant fee to go see a few animals. But it was still fun and somewhat terrifying.

I don't think it would be a huge undertaking to adopt a giraffe if we were to cut a hole in our ceiling for it's head.

 Evan loves birds and continually asks to get one for a pet. This made the trip to the bird exhibit worth the trip for him.

 I would support the pet bird idea if they could go running with me on the santa fe trail.

 We paid to ride the ski lift that takes you to the top of the mountain at the zoo where there are more exhibits but no animals to see because it's too cold. They had it all decorated though and had I been able to calm down for one second in order to believe I would live to make it to the exhibit, I might have been able to enjoy it. The ski lift at the zoo is an open air gondola with a lap bar that you pull down over your head that doesn't lock, while you are suspended by a single cable. It also goes so slow that you have a much longer time to fall to your death. Basically, just imagine yourself zip lining from the ground to the top of the earth in extremely slow motion while hanging from a fishing wire. But not to worry, you have a seat belt on that doesn't lock.

A few days later was Christmas Eve. The boys both get to open pajamas and a Christmas movie every Christmas eve. It's a tradition until the world has run out of decent Christmas movies. Then I guess we'll have to switch to pajamas with other people's Christmas home movies.

I'm kicking myself for not finding these pajamas in my size on the day we bought them. I'd totally wear these. Surely I'm a boy's size husky.

After what seemed like 100 years, Christmas Day finally came. I woke up at 4:30 a.m. and crept down to the crawl space to get the presents under the tree before the boys woke up. There's something about the magic on a child's face when they wake up on Christmas morning and see a lit Christmas tree with presents under it. I wouldn't know this for myself since we weren't allowed to have a Christmas tree or presents growing up. We only got to have log that stood up on end surrounded by socks. AHAHAHA! just kidding. I've shared a few old Christmas pictures on this blog.

The tree before chaos.

The tortured "wait on the stairs while I get your picture" picture.

We decided to have biscuits and gravy for breakfast before opening presents so while that was going, they boys had a look under the tree.

They quickly grew impatient so we let them open their stockings. See how empty mine is? Don't you feel bad? Don't you want to send me something to make up for my empty stocking? You should.

 Finally it was time to open presents. I'm nearly 97.7% confident that I am actually more excited to open Christmas presents than any child. I would agree to undergo strenuous testing to confirm this if any lab is open to the suggestion.

Evan and Dawson, this picture is deceitful. If you are adults reading this blog post, I spend exactly the same amount on your Christmas presents. For heaven's sake.

Jason says this repeatedly in our house on a daily basis so I had a t-shirt made for him to commemorate his favorite phrase. 

 He got me the rose gold Beats headphones I strategically mentioned daily beginning November 1st. It also helped that I talked about them to Dawson so that Dawson could talk him into getting them for me. Rose Gold really accentuates my freckles.

This was after all the wrapping paper was trashed and before the boys opened all their boxes.

 Once that was finished, I had to tell the boys we would NOT go to grandma and grandpas for more gifts if they wouldn't smile for our annual pictures in front of the tree. This year's edition wasn't my favorite. At least of the one's I'm in.

 Jason got me a sign for the kitchen that comes with letters and lights up so that I can create new messages on it as I see fit. Like "you boys behave or no food today!" The day after Christmas I set out to create my first message and found that Dawson had already beaten me to it.

And that concludes Christmas 2018.