We had a nice Christmas Eve here in our house. Kudos to my LW for the awesome dinner she made for us. It was REALLY good.
After dinner we had a very nice Christmas Eve service at Christ Community Church.
Earlier in the day, when we were trying to get YB to get dressed and tried using Santa as motivation (as in, "Santa won't come if you don't..."). YB floored us with a blasphemous statement in response. He said, "I don't want Santa to come. We don't need him. We have enough presents." Never in a million years did I think I would hear those words come from any child much less a child of mine.
When we got home from church, both boys were bouncing off the walls with excitement and refused to get ready for bed. We told them Santa wouldn't come unless they went to bed. Then YB declared he didn't want Santa to come, so he wasn't going to bed. We got him in his PJs and put him in bed anyway. He was still awake at 10:18 and really starting to get on my nerves. He finally fell asleep somewhere before 10:35.
Based on past performance, I expect the boys will get up at the crack of dawn and then be tired and cranky and fighting tomorrow. I sure hope I'm wrong.
I wish you all a very Merry Christmas! My thoughts and prayers go out to those who are serving our country on the pointy-end of the spear tonight and their families waiting for them at home. We know what it's like not to be home for Christmas, and we're both grateful for this time together as a family this year and for those who are standing the watch while we're at home.