Footsteps in the Hall and Stocking Puppets

This is the first time EVER I am completely finished with my Christmas shopping before Christmas Eve. I'm very impressed with myself. Everything is brought, wrapped, and part of it even sent to California. I'm soooo excited!

I love new things. But not around Christmas. Christmas is about tradition, at least in my book. Not because it would be any less exciting if we did things a different way, but simply because I LOVE the way we do it. And I've had 20 years of practice at it, and I'm getting pretty good!

We start off the Christmas season with tree decorating while listening to Mariah Carey's Christmas album. Cheesy I know, but I used to love it... ok, still do love it. Our tradition extends even to the specific ornaments each of us puts on the tree.

Then Christmas Eve is always services at our church and then we come home and each open one present... which is usually pj's, but don't tell Mom we've caught on yet. Then we go to bed and wait for Santa. Back in the good 'ole days I would have a slumber party with my sister in order to make the night go faster. She was always really good at Christmas, she even told me one year she heard reindeer on the roof.

Then Christmas morning! Mom comes down the hall and wakes me up. When I was little she would come down the hall and I would have been wide awake for quite a while waiting to hear her footsteps down the hall. Now... I'm still waiting for footsteps, just finishing the rest of my beauty sleep in the mean time. Then we go out to the living room. Dad's sitting in his seat and greets me with, "And here's another country heard from." Mom curls up next to him and says, "Go for it." Then you would think it would be a free for all... especially when I was younger... oh, but no, this is the Pfeifer house. We savor Christmas.

We each get our stockings and one and a time, take turns blindly pulling out one thing. When Dad runs out of things in his stocking he always makes a puppet with it. Well when I say always, he did it once and I haven't let him forget it yet. :)

Then we wait. We wait for Grandma. We wait for good food. We wait for presents. We wait.

I love Christmas. I already told Mom she was going to have to put up with me every year for Christmas from here on out... I don't think I could do Christmas without the footsteps in the hall.

Merry Christmas!

This Is Me

My sister told me the other day that my blog was lonely.

Its true... I haven't written for a while.

Wanna know why?

I couldn't remember for the life of me what my username and password for Blogger was. So I spent the past few minutes going through all of the possibilities, and obviously I figured it out!