1993. Kaitlin was 6, Patrick 4. Here was our schedule:
Christmas Eve 4:00 pm Exchange gifts at Al & Cindy's
5:00 pm Dinner at Granny Til's
9:00 pm Christmas Eve service at Grove
Christmas Day 5:30 am Kaitlin wakes up.
6:00 am Opened presents with the kids
8:00 am Breakfast at home featuring eggs, banana bread,Apple cranberry casserole
11:30 am Drive out to Mom's ( the White's )
1:00 pm Lunch with present opening to follow
5:00 pm Drive to the Dunnevants in Chester for present opening and snack supper.
All 18 family members spent the night and went to Enon Baptist church the
next morning, since it was Christmas Sunday.
We managed this with a four year old and a six year old. I don't remember any meltdowns. Perhaps there were some, but we were so exhausted those memories got permanently erased from our addled brains. Then there was this:
"Snow the Thursday before Christmas. Just a dusting, but I took the kids caroling through the neighborhood...Paula and Ron expecting a baby...Sean's first Christmas (had a fever)...Sharon separated from Tom...Kaitlin saw Santa and his sleigh in the sky on Christmas Eve...She was worried about whether she'd been good enough for Santa to come...Patrick wanted every toy he saw advertised."
At this point Pam was sitting in the hall at the top of the stairs crying her eyes out.
Stupid yard sale!