Christmas around the Brookshire household is always chaotic to say the least. This year proved no different.
Not only is the day of Christmas packed with places to go, people to see, and presents to unwrap; but even in the days leading up to, we make sure our kiddos don’t ever have a chance to complain of boredom.
One evening, we (meaning me, the hubby, our two boys, my sister-in-law and her hubby and their two kids, my mother-in-law and father-in-law, and the hubby’s grandma – yes, we had to take the church van to fit our large crowd) drove down to Chickasha, Oklahoma. We ate at Jake’s Rib and then drove through the Festival of Light.
Then came Christmas Eve. After we ate a huge meal (I think I must have thought I was feeding an army) with Nana and Papa, we carried through with our usual traditions:
Then we read The Night Before Christmas and settled down for a long winter’s nap (well, the boys did anyway – daddy and I had to stay up and wait for Santa to come so that we could assemble all of those gifts he always drops off – why he can’t preassemble them is beyond me).