Merry Christmas Eve!

The day is finally here! The excitement is electric in our house this morning as the countdown to Santa has changed over from days to hours.

I have to be honest, I dread the week before Christmas every year. I spent all day Tuesday cleaning and all day Wednesday cooking and then cleaning my kitchen again. I made treats for the dog (and Reindeer apparently), ice cream, egg nog, brandy slush, jello, cranberry sauce, cookies for Santa, coffee cake, lunch, dinner...on and on and on. How in the world did my ancestors do it without food processors, electric mixers, gas stoves, and a grocery store nearby with all the ingredients I forgot? If I wasn't in awe of what they accomplished before, I am certainly in awe after mixing up their recipe for egg nog!

Today, is a new day. Today the work is done and I too am excited to see what magic is in store. All things are possible at a birth. We start again fresh and new. To me that is exciting.

The kids are literally bouncing with excitement over the thought of presents and treats…birth-smirth at this point. To them it is not too late to ask Santa for something new because there is still 12 hours until the drop off time. Colin announced this morning that he would like an Xbox. Molly spent all week wanting a sold out Jessie and Bullseye from Toy Story (her new obsession...thank you eBay for coming through on that). Zach wants a new car (and to be honest, so do I...Santa, I really have been good most of this year). I told Todd last week after driving in the winter wonderland that I wanted a 4WD car but I would even settle for takeout after all my cooking yesterday! Todd says he just wants me to be happy for Christmas, but he lies because I know he really just wants sex.

Like I said, all things are possible at a birth. Who knows what Santa will leave tomorrow morning (I am pretty sure he won't leave sex under the tree though, no matter how good Todd has been). In the end, it is all just stuff and we have the greatest gift of all in our three kids. Of course by Dec 26, it is those three kids that make me want to lock myself in the bathroom with the left over egg nog and a big bottle of brandy. Maybe next year I should ask for a locking door?