Christmas Eve Gift everyone.
If you are highly competitive with pointless verbal games and you are from West Texas you will understand that I just won the Christmas Eve competition by saying it first, yet you will argue that electronic delivery doesn't count. But deep down, you know you just lost.
If this makes no sense- don't worry after 29 years of marriage my husband, who isn't from far enough west, thinks shouting "Christmas Eve Gift" and then arguing about who "won" is beyond bizarre.
Having just lost the Christmas Eve verbal gifting game with both my 8 yo, and 15 yo sons I sat on the sofa sipping cappuccino. My 15 yo was wearing a bright yellow Pikachu onesie and wrestling around with his two younger brothers while my 22 yo daughter and I tried to wake up. Wrestling punctuated with motherly advice. Mom wisdom like: "don't kick the bookshelf, no slapping- just punching, hey- no punching to the back of 15 yo's head, get your knees around, take the milk back to the kitchen. Hey, 10 yo said he needs to use the bathroom you better get off."
The 10 yo breathed deeply on 15 yo with morning/dragon breath to finally achieve freedom. Whereupon 15 yo jumped up to do a few pull-ups, dropped down and snagged his hoodie on the pull-up bar. Trapping himself quite neatly.
"Help Me!" he cried.
What did his loving mom say?
Nothing, I was laughing too hard.
What did his loving younger brother see?
A large yellow defenseless punching bag.
What did his 22 yo sister do?
Take photos.
Tears of joy in my cappuccino, it's a great Christmas Eve Gift.
I hope you and yours have a wonderful day.
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