Christmas morning, Theo got up, opened his stocking and found a book. He plopped immediately to the floor engrossed. We had to shovel him out of the doorway. When everyone was up and had had breakfast, the kids were allowed to open their presents. Having stayed with them a couple of weeks ago, I heard all of the stories about how they guess what their presents are. “You always buy us Lego, Gramma, one shake and we know what it is,” I was told with a smile. Then Owen confessed to the real tricks. Dousing the ribbons with catnip so the cats would tear open the wrappings. Slitting the taped ends with a knife and peeking at the ends to read the box, then resealing; pressing the paper tightly and try to read through it; measuring the boxes and comparing those measurements with their favorite toys in the store. Oh, they are clever.
This year, I told them they could shake, rattle and roll and they would not be able to guess. Owen opened his big box, failing at many guesses, to find:
…another box. After five boxes total, he discovered an Ipod. It measures about two inches square.
Theo guessed his gift as a puzzle. I told him it does sound like a puzzle but that is not what your gift is. When he opened it, attached to the puzzle was a note telling him where his gift was really located, under a quilt, in my office. A Lego game.
I fooled them this year. I’ll have to get smarter by next year.
For Christmas dinner we had five pheasant and two ducks that Ken hunted with his boss. With a paella salad, and a green salad, we feasted.
When it got dark, the guys lit the Christmas Tree. The kids played with their new toys and we talked and snacked until 11 p.m. Ken brews his own beer, some of the best he has ever made.
I thank you all for visiting my blog and hope that you’ve had a good year and an especially Merry Christmas.