My kids didn’t get a BUNCH of presents for Christmas. I am so thankful for that.
From Santa: a wooden rocking horse and a stocking full of small toys, socks, toothbrushes and snacks.
From grandparents: a wooden kitchen, a wooden tool bench, a set of chairs and a table, a fisher price remote control toy and a monkey doll.
From us: magnetic wooden blocks, one shirt each, and a touch and feel book each.
It was perfect.
Christmas in this house never has been (and hopefully never will be) about a huge pile of presents under the tree. Christmas in our family is a day to celebrate the birth of Jesus, share thoughtful gifts, socialize, eat as a family and love one another. I personally don’t want Christmas to ever be about the huge pile of gifts or which set of grandparents spends the most money. Gifts are exciting (as I type on my sweet new iPad), but the gifts won’t be around nearly as long as the memories of love, homemade hot cocoa, and the hysterical laughter that ensued while taking photo booth pictures of ourselves.
I’m thankful for the loving, crazy, hilarious people that I am lucky enough to call my family. Christmas isn’t a stressful holiday around here. We don’t get in fights over stupid toys at the mall and we don’t freak out if we forgot to buy rolls.