On Christmas Eve we cooked, cleaned, and ran a few last minute errands during the day. We had a scrumptious dinner of fast food, since the soup I had planned to make never was made. The only places open were McDonalds and Burger King. Note to self: have a freezer meal ready for Christmas Eve next year. Brennan opened his one present, fed the reindeer, watched The Polar Express for the 100th time, and stayed up as long as he could possibly hold his eyes open. Luckily, Santa didn't have a lot of work to do to get ready. Brennan's request to Santa each time he saw him was a new bed for Wells and toys for himself.
Christmas morning was my favorite! We woke Brennan up at 8. He came running into the living room with bright eyes. The first thing he saw was a Tonka dump truck and exclaimed, "Santa brought me this!" He then found more goodies, and loved everything. Our neighbors and my mom came by to have breakfast and enjoy Brennan's excitement. Mike's family came for a later lunch and presents, and then we went to my parents for soup made by my grandmother's recipe and presents that night. Brennan never stopped all day, probably due in part to all the candy he ate. He finally passed out at 11 p.m. and slept until 11 a.m. this morning.
The first one to find his gift from Santa.