An early riser, Devi had us up at 6am and although she had a very good grasp of the sequence of events leading up to Christmas morning, her reaction was best described as a deer-in-the-headlights. While heading downstairs, we discussed the possibility that Santa had come down our chimney and filled our stockings during the night, having to pause and sing Happy Birthday to baby Jesus at the nativity that graces our hall along the way. I didn't ever think we would catch our girl at a loss for words, but as we rounded the corner revealing the proof of Santa's arrival, she drew in her breath and was awestruck. This is one of those memories, as a parent, that you would love to hold onto forever. And with the sweet innocence of a two year old her first comment was that Santa had even filled the stocking of our dog Cayenne, leaving her not one, but two bones!
The three of us enjoyed our morning opening gifts, having breakfast and sipping Mimosa's and apple juice and then hosted my extended family for our annual gift exchange and dinner. This was always my mom's favorite part of Christmas; to be surrounded by her family and serve them a traditional Holiday meal around one table. As my dad says after losing her, the torch has been passed, and this year marked our third year to host. I consider myself a decent cook, although having been vegetarian for many many years, meat is not my forte. I am more of a side dish girl. This year, however, things went off without a hitch...I've simply learned after one raw turkey, an over done prime rib and a bloody tenderloin, to put others in charge of preparing the main course, while I confidently whip the heck out of the mashed potatoes :) Thanks Dave and Gail!
It was a lovely couple of days of celebration, recalling the nostalgia of Christmas' past, experiencing the newness for youngster as she actively participated in the Christmas present, and bringing wonder to all of us as to whether our family will grow in our Christmas future.