…or at least there’s peace in my living room right now. Our Christmas was lovely but it was anything but peaceful. Six adults, a preschooler and two nine-month-old babies made for a pretty rowdy Christmas morning. We woke up and opened presents at the farm with my family. Then, D and I rushed around to clean ourselves up and get the kids ready, whip up some mashed potatoes and drive an hour and a half back to the city to have Christmas dinner with his family. A long afternoon of gift-opening (they open gifts one at a time, oldest to youngest, can you imagine?!) followed by dinner, and then we were back in the car driving up to the farm again so we can spend the rest of the holidays out of the city.
So ya, not peaceful.
But right now, at this very moment, I am alone. The other adults are out for a walk and the three kids are napping. The sun is setting over the neighbouring cornfield. No toys are making noises. There is a turkey in the oven for tonight’s dinner (since we didn’t get to have “Christmas dinner” with my family yesterday) and it smells divine.
I will enjoy this small window of peace before the gang returns and the children awake. And then I will enjoy the rowdiness, too. Because, for us, that’s what Christmas is all about.
Peaceful or rowdy, I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas.