Christmas was unnaturally warm here in North Carolina. I’m talking 80 degrees warm. I still forced myself into sweaters and Christmas socks in an attempt to be festive but was feeling distinctly like I was back in San Diego, only with humidity.
This particular day was at least only in the 60s.
Jon’s little brother Sawyer came to spend a couple weeks with us for the holidays. He came toward the beginning of the month so we had a Star Wars marathon and then we saw the new Star Wars on opening day with a theatre full of uber nerds at their very finest.
Christmas spirit was a little hard to come by at our house. That isn’t to say we couldn’t find happiness and we didn’t get to have quality family time, but the break in and some other things, along with the weather and the (fun) Star Wars detour threw everything off kilter. Does anyone else find it hard to submerge yourself in Christmas like you did when you were a kid? I have only experienced it these past couple years.
On one of the blessed cold days, the boys prepped some firewood for us.
[This is Sawyer, the brother-in-law’s brother.]
My bedroom is basically a piece of art during Christmas. Hah! I even picked up a tiny tree and some tiny lights to sit on my night stand.
Fire night! We even roasted s’mores while watching a JTT classic, “I’ll Be Home for Christmas.”
Computer! Reunited and it feels so good! Jon played multiple pranks on us the day they were delivered because we were so excited. He kept ringing the doorbell and saying that a delivery truck was there. It spurred a fierce war and a lot of laughs for everyone else.
These are Jon’s sweet parents, who joined us a couple days before Christmas and stayed right up until New Years Eve. It was fun to combine our Christmas traditions and have family close for the holiday.
When your family knows you well.
First the boys opened their PJs from Santa and we thought it was all cute and “haha!” but then I opened mine and we all lost our minds. “IT’S THE PAJAMAS!” We are four grown adults who got really excited to having matching pajama pants.
Facetiming with the parents, who were having more Christmas-appropriate weather in San Diego than we were. How rude.
[bonus points if you can spot Lenny the cat]
And that was our little Christmas!
Until next time,