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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Christmas with Abby and Mackie

I know, I know. I'm going to sound like a Hallmark card, but can Christmas be much better than when there are little children around?

I simply can't resist sharing these few pictures of two of our grandbabies taken early on Christmas morning.

Ms. Abby is now 4 months old and isn't she just the very picture of an Irish Christmas elf? She has a wonderful temperment and is loaded with personality - outgoing and funny and flirtatious. Did I mention that she's Irish?

Ms. MacKenna Jane is 5 years old and, as you can see, is simply delighted that Santa DID, in fact, bring her an EZ Bake Oven (yes, apparently, they still make them).

She loves baking with me when she comes to visit, so she insisted that she "really, really" needed an EZ Bake Oven so that when I visit, we can bake together.

Never mind that cupcakes take three hours to bake under a 100 watt ligtbulb and taste like reconditioned cardboard. It's all about quality time together.

She also "really, really" needed ballet shoes and a leotard. So, as she said to me on the phone, "Nana! Er, um, guess what? Er, um, now that I have ballet shoes and a leotard, er, um, I really, really need ballet lessons."

So, er, um, guess what? Guess who is going to make sure she has ballet lessons?

Our clan will gather, as has become our tradition, on the Feast of the Epiphany, when we exchange gifts. "Little Christmas" as it was called by my grandparents when I was a child.

It's a great, relaxing time, because the REAL gift we have given our adult children is the choice of having their own Christmas celebration in their own home with their own children, making their own Christmas memories.

No pressure to fly around and "make all the stops" which only guarantees exhaustion and crabby, overstimulated kids. We get to celebrate Christmas Day as the religious holiday it is, without all the emphasis on the presents.

That's what happened on the Epiphany, anyway, when the Three Magi came bearing presents to Jesus. (And, oh, by the way, we get to take advantage of shopping for each other at the "after Christmas" sales.)

Merry 8th Day of Christmas!

1 comment:

Ann said...

Oh dear and to think I could have sold you our EZ Bake that just went into the garage sale for the Food Bank in Lander. Have fun with your cuties.