Cookies for Santa
Merry Christmas Eve, everyone!
Today was filled with last-minute shopping, some Christmas song-listening, a little dancing, a bit of baking, egg nog-drinking and Christmas movie-watching.
I really do hope Santa likes the chocolate chip cookies we baked (even though they're a little hard...). We used one of the first recipes that popped up on google. The recipe seemed very Santa-worthy; I think I may have added a little too much flour.
It was the first Christmas eve that we've had alone in quite a while. It was kind of nice, hanging out around the house, just the four of us (plus Harry the dog).
I realized today that this would be my last Christmas as a teenager. This isn't a big deal in itself, but it made me think about how the Christmas experience changes throughout the years. I remember our first Christmas in this house--I was seven years old, had a pink-painted room, Harry was just a puppy. I could barely sleep that night and my brother and I woke up to new boom boxes (yes!), wicker hampers and the Abba Gold album.
Now I help my mom prepare for the holiday party. My room turns into Santa's workshop, as that is where we wrap and keep mostly all the gifts (except mine). At night, after my brother goes to sleep, I help fill the stockings and set the presents under the tree. These past few years I've enjoyed this new role.
But some things never get old. We still set out milk and cookies for Santa, we gather as a family to read The Night Before Christmas, and after I'm done helping out my parents send me upstairs so I won't see them put my gifts under the tree. Oh Santa, we still believe.
How did you spend your Christmas eve?
Happy Holidays, everyone. No matter where you are or what you believe in, let's all take a moment to appreciate the love and good fortune we have in our lives.
p.s. it's snowing! it's going to be a white Christmas!