On Christmas Eve, my middle son Erik was a trumpeter during the live Nativity play – easy, and no speaking parts. The play and the mass went on without a hitch, save for the fistfight between two fathers afterward. In the front row of the church. Apparently the mother cheated on the old husband with the new husband, and the bad blood boiled over into a fistfight in front of their kids. So… yeah.
The kids went to bed on time on Christmas Eve, save for Kevin, who was still up at around 11pm. Mrs. Earp and I were exhausted, and we still had Christmas work to do. We finally got to bed around 1am… only to be woken up at 3:30am. Kevin and Julia woke up and would not go back to sleep. The four of us “slept” in our bed until 7am. I put “slept” in parentheses because Mrs. Earp and I had little sleep at all.
The kids tore into their gifts like four white tornadoes, didn’t complain about any of them, and had a pretty good morning. Kyle received a grind rail for his scooter, and spent the morning trying to not break his arm out front. Erik spent a lot of time playing FIFA ’16, Kevin went to sleep with his giant stuffed Stormtrooper, and Julia giggled with delight at her Frozen Fathead stickers.
My mom and sister came over for Christmas breakfast, and we trekked to the in-laws for Christmas dinner – lasagna, FTW – before finally dragging our sorry butts home. The kids didn’t go to bed until 11pm, and since I didn’t have any posts scheduled, I am writing this at midnight. I’m chalking up any mistakes or misspellings to exhaustion.
So, how was your Christmas?