Last night, we made chocolate fudge for Santa. I didn’t feel like making cookies again; Willa has an ear infection and I feel like I might be coming down with something too. I’ve failed at making fudge a few times this year. I used to make it all the time, so I’m not sure why it’s been so difficult this Christmas. But last night I finally got it right.
Dan and I talked about how much these girls have been through this year. A new baby, a few moves, two new preschools, new helpers in our home. They certainly deserve some new things from Santa.
I don’t think Santa was thinking ahead, though. Ethiopia is a long way from everywhere and it’s hard to get things here. Maybe the girls should start writing up their Christmas lists now for next year.
Charlotte woke us up early this morning yelling, “Santa brought a dump truck! Santa brought a dump truck!”
Yeah, Santa didn’t go overboard this year. But the girls didn’t seem to mind a bit. Our families sent plenty of wonderful gifts.
I made pancakes and bacon for breakfast. We’re downloading “It’s a Wonderful Life” right now but it’ll take several hours before it’s ready to watch. Later on, we’ll Skype with our families. Dan has a massage booked this afternoon.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
