Christmas morning arrived early this year. Neither the sun nor I were even awake yet. But the ballerinas were. And so the madness ensued. At 6:10am. I think the last gift was finally ripped into by 8:07am.
Santa brought the Big Ballerina a motor scooter. Just like she asked. The Little Ballerina was majorly surprised to find that Santa brought her a Barbie Vacation Jet. I think it was much more exciting than the iPod Touch she asked for. But didn't receive. Amazingly, there wasn't a kayak in sight. A pink tackle box and a couple of casting nets? Yes. A kayak? Not so much. Phew! I don't think our living room could have handled it.
The rest of the day was mellow and lazy. I'm not sure if I ever changed out of my pj's. Friends came and went. Ballerinas pinged and popped from toy to toy. College girls tutored me on the very basics of using my new Smartphone. But I still have no idea how it works. I'll be lucky if I can make a phone call with it by the new year.
We made a spiral ham for dinner. We've never done ham before. It's always been either a Christmas goose or turkey. But without my parents to share it with, it just didn't seem right. Plus, BSD and I were both too lazy to attempt such a big meal on top of all the Christmas chaos. So we opened a bottle from my dad's wine collection and ate ham. And it was all good. I think a new tradition has been born.
A two hour Skype call with my mom and sister in Connecticut finished off the evening. And even though it wasn't the same as having everyone together, it made their absence much less painful.