Christmas Eve we went caroling and ate burgers with the Darcys. When we came home, we had our traditional “Opening of the Jammies”. The kids all liked their new pajamas, although there was some controversy regarding The Boy’s. I thought they were cute. Others found the snowmen to look slightly menacing. (The Boy reported that he couldn’t sleep that night because his jammies were creeping him out.)
After the kids got in their new jams, Kitty was so hyper from a lack of naps and later than usual bedtime. She put on a Santa hat and ran around the house yelling, “HO HO HO!!!!! HO HO HOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” It was pretty darn cute.
Then we sent the kids to bed and started sneaking hidden presents from various closets. Mr. Darcy had to put together Kitty’s cute little pink Model T, but that didn’t take long. Lizzy is an elf ever since I spoiled Santa for her (another story for another day), so she snuck down to stuff stockings and hang candy canes on the tree.
The Boy came down in the middle of our preparation and just about found us out. Luckily Mr. Darcy jumped in front of him in the nick of time and dragged him out before he caught us red-handed.
I think he’s on to us, though. Which is kind of fine with me, honestly. Once the jig is up, it’s easier in a lot of ways. You don’t have to wait till they fall asleep. You don’t have to worry that they’ve changed their wishlist hours before Santa is supposed to arrive.
Here’s The Boy in his controversial PJs. His siblings bought him some Star Wars Legos, and even though he changed his mind halfway through the month and really wanted “Lego Indiana Jones Wii game”, Santa brought him a D-Rex.
He loves it.
Anyway, I thought it was a great holiday. First Christmas in Pemberley. BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!!!!!!!