Christmas...

It was what it was... may never have the same old feel of years gone by again.  Kept a stiff upper lip though, glad there were a couple small packages delivered by mail for the kids.  No tree to put new ornaments on however... maybe next year.  Learned my kids don't have much knowledge of true meaning of Christmas; not pleased I let that happen.  Enjoyed viewing Little Drummer Boy and Nestor the Long Eared Donkey together.  Grateful three stockings were filled with some peppermint candy canes and chocolate Santas.  Best part of the morning:  The gifts *Santa* left for the girls... books by their favorite writers.  Richard Paul Evans for S and Jim Benton for E.  *Thanks, R.J.  You're a sweet big brother.*