Filed under: St Paul
Nothing makes me happier than having everyone home for Christmas. Are we crowded? Yes! Will there be fights? Not as many as I expected – yet. Would I change a thing? Nope.
We started Christmas Eve with an Indian meal in the neighborhood. Lots of takeaway happening but we were one of two or three tables on site. We all got what we wanted. We all dressed up. And the restaurant (India House) looks very holiday every day so felt festive-ish. We had planned to see Nosferatu; in fact, Lily had purchased tickets and then at least two of us realized we’d have nightmares if we saw it. So, Lily worked her cinema magic and traded our tickets for 3D Wicked.
I don’t see many movies. I barely remember seeing Wicked on Broadway, but we all enjoyed the show. We talked about it that night and the next day. (Also, when the girls were little, we saw a lot of Wizard of Oz on stage. So nostalgic for all of us!)
Christmas morning – kids still wake me up. (And some early bird sisters waking up the night owl sisters.) Kate had set the stage with decoration and cleaning. Everyone got gifts they really wanted. Gifts they didn’t know they wanted and gifts that made them laugh.
Then we headed to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for baked pasta from Grandma and banana chocolate chip bread pudding from Uncle Billy. We played the game (like charades but talking instead of acting) and my team skunked the other. We had great conversation, which is just proof that kids are better every year!
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