the gifts are unwrapped, the house is a happy cluttered mess, and we're still basking in the glow of our full holiday weekend with family and friends.
max, being filled with momentary cheer, made a temporary truce with santa after he brought him a pillow pet. although he still questions his practices...wondering why santa has to sneak around and be all shady. i'm trying to enjoy every last bit of this. i have a feeling this was our last "i believe in/am terrified of santa" christmas.
the morning was a hectic but lovely one.
matt and i woke up to a bit of new snow on the ground and, like all christmas mornings past, max had to be woken up. i don't know of any child that has his parent's begging him to wake up and open presents. my little guy is a rare breed.
this was our first christmas all together and it was a fine one. max and matt smothered me with some pretty wonderful presents...a new record player, a diana mini, and my favorite...a orange and a peppermint. my grandma used to tell us of her christmas' growing up and getting presents of oranges and peppermint sticks. the sweetest and simplest of gifts. it's become a tradition with matt and me.
and now that it's all said in done...i've got my carter family record on, warm water heating on the stove, and a million and a half things scattered all about with no proper place to put any of them. i feel loved and full and happy. ready to tackle this new year.