So the first thing the oldest grandson said
when he saw tree was “Grandpa – do you have the army men?” Nothing says
Christmas like soldiers having maneuvers under the tree.
Another recurring event was our annual spread of Chinese take out on Christmas Eve.
(It all started that year I was in the hospital with
appendicitis 4 days before company was due to arrive)
Then those individual moments of happiness:
New art supplies
Building Yoda’s house with
your new Christmas clay
A penguin as big as you are
Getting prepared to play a dice
baseball game with Grandpa
And a family hike to work off Christmas cookies and cabin
fever
With mysterious trees,
cairns
to admire,
and logs to climb
over.
A perfect end to
the day.
This is so much better an idea than our food poisoning was! We're not planning on making it a tradition.
ReplyDeleteThe little fellow's walking stick is precious. The trail is lovely. Are you in the Berkshires?
ReplyDeleteNope. Two minutes up the hill from our house on the small mountain (really a big hill) in our town.
DeleteAnd yes, 90% of hiking in the woods with three boys is all about sticks - for walking, sword fights, or just general destruction.
Sounds like a good Christmas day to me!
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