We met up with my side of the family on Christmas Day. Everyone flew or
drove in from out of town, and it was nuts. We had all these delusional
plans of eating breakfast together, then re-enacting the nativity with
the kids (with 7 kids under 7 years old), and then Santa would stop by
and be jolly and hand out presents, and then we'd all hug or something.
We're so, so dumb. At least we're pretty.
Jim Gaffigan does this bit about his answer when someone asks him what
its like having a bunch of kids. "Imagine you're drowning. And then
someone hands you a baby." That pretty much sums it up. We chased the
two years olds up and down the stairs while the older kids got dressed
up and tried to listen to the nativity story. Nate took off his shirt.
Amelia ran in circles. Jefferson, our stalwart "Joseph" climbed into the
manger while a half naked Nate stole the sheep. The newborns looked on,
unimpressed.
Eventually Santa did show up and passed out presents while we tried to
make everyone wait to open gifts one at a time (per tradition) but, and I
ask this in all seriousness, how do you catch a wave upon the sand? It
was crazy, and ridiculous, and I laughed so, so much while I sorted
through these pictures. I think my favorite is when Grandma attempted to
make Nate into a shepherd. I will never not laugh at that sulky little
face and shoulder hunch.
And so began our week of fun together. It was out of control, and overwhelming, and so, so great. I miss it already.
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