The day after Christmas is always kindof odd. It feels like the world has been on hold for the past 24 hours while we wait for Santa to make his rounds. We watched the little packages show up on the NORAD Santa Tracker this year. The adults sang kareoke Christmas Carols while the kids went and hid in the back bedroom. I dragged them all to our local Church for the children’s service this year. My daughter (5) was sad she didn’t get to join in the pageant. My son (7) was upset because he was trying really hard to be quiet but managed to make loud noises with every movement. We made it out alive and didn’t even need to use the fire extinguisher on my husband, which is always a bonus in my book.

So the day after has been every successful this year. My kids are not yet bored with their new acquisitions, and we made a hard-core concerted effort to buy less stuff this year, which worked out well. Its amazing to me when I look a the list of gifts for each child. It *looks* like there isn’t a lot there, but it always seems to be more than enough, which is the point, isn’t it?