So we were a little apprehensive about Christmas. For the first time, it would be just the four of us, and our fear was that it might be a little lonely. We wouldn't be in Vermont seing Grandma, Gramps, and Nan (and Frosty The Snowman). We wouldn't be in Australia with Kim, Wardy Baby, and all the cousins down under. Even Auntie Ardleigh would be ensconced in the heart of Florida sunshine. We would be without family for the first time. But it wasn't lonely. It was a strange, comforting revelation that we are now a family. Just us. We woke up and restrained Schuyler from about 5:50am until 6:30am when Charlie eventually roused from his slumber. Finally, we unleashed them on the small bevy of presents clustered under the tree. Within what seemed like forty seconds, the presents were revealed from their festive coverings and two very excited and hyper kids were homing in on particular favourites and inventing a new reality around them.
The shoddy Elvish workmanship on a small basketball hoop brought by Santa was repaired by Daddy and Charlie using their respective drills and the incessant dunking began. A helicopter from Eduarda that made noises specifically designed to ruin any Skype calls with relatives and friends was another favourite of Charlie. Schuyler, with two new dolls to add to her burgeoning brood, got busy changing their clothes and conjuring names for them ("Emma" and "Scarlett" - could have been much, much worse). Then she'd switch to hoops when it looked like Charlie was having too much fun.
After some breakfast burritos, we piled in the car for a voyage to Southampton Princess where we picked up the traditional meal that normal people (with normal sized kitchens) would make themselves. After a Christmas lunch, it was off to Botanical Gardens to kick a ball, get some exercise, and get out of doors in the crisp Bermuda winter sunshine.
An early bedtime for overtired kids was Mummy and Daddy's Christmas present.
We love you all and to all a good night!
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