This is our first Christmas with a child cognizant of Santa Claus and his merry role (Elena is 3). We got a great batch of toys (over the top even, thanks to Emily and grandparents), set them up for the morning, woke the children up at 7am, and cheered them on as they tore into a haystack of wrapping paper.
After a nice breakfast with my parents, Anna and I proceeded to do nothing at all. The kids ran around with their new toys, and we simply did next to nothing. I’m continuing to do nothing. And it’s wonderful. It’s like all my childless friends like now – a blissfully free schedule with few commitments.
And this is what Christmas apparently means for parents. Two hours of kiddy madness followed by a wonderful day of nothing.