‘Twas the Night Before Christmas…

Well, not quite. It’s only December 22, but this is my last post before the hustle and bustle of Christmas begins! We have a family packed Christmas, that starts tomorrow with a visit from my dad and his wife.

My baby boy will be four months on Christmas Eve – I will have lots of pictures to share next week.

I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and enjoys this special time with family and loved ones!

Without further ado…

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

Makeshift Monday

It’s the last Monday before Christmas! So much to do, so little time. This may be the last “Makeshift Monday” post of 2011. Next Monday is Boxing Day – we will probably be busy with family and recovering from the delicious food, so I may not get a chance to post.

Today is dedicated to the jolly man in the red suit: SANTA!

Norad’s Santa-tracker is great for showing kids. It’s so creative, and enhances that magical feeling on Christmas Eve. I would have loved to see something like this after laying out a plate of homemade Christmas cookies for Santa. There is even a Norad Tracks Santa app! Boy, things have really changed since I was a kid.

Make sure you are in bed before Santa arrives at your house!

“Russ, we checked every bulb, didn’t we?”

Tonight is finally the night: CBC is airing National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation! Steve and I have been waiting all month for a network to air it – watching it on DVD just isn’t the same. Hopefully Maxton will be in dreamland, so we can sit down and enjoy our favourite Christmas movie (Maxton isn’t into the Griswold humour, yet).

Lesson of the Week: Maxton hates having a bib put on; almost as much as the “click” of my nursing-bra strap, signifying meal time is over!

Unwelcome Houseguest

The stomach-flu is making it’s rounds in our house. It must have known I have yet to finish my Christmas shopping, baking and wrapping.

We went to a friends for dinner on Tuesday night and I tried cream cheese for the first time in months (as I have been off dairy for Maxton).  At 6 am Wednesday morning, Maxton vomited all over our bed. He had multiple diarrhea diapers for the rest of the day (no fever), so I just assumed it was from the cheese. Thinking back, it was probably just a coincidence that I had tried cream cheese the day before – he was probably battling a mild case of the stomach flu.

Stomach flu, pack your bags and leave, you’re not welcome here!

Matching Buddies

I had to share this picture from the weekend. We went across the street to our friend’s house for a Christmas party; they have a 22 month old boy, Austin. Maxton and Austin have a pair of matching pajama’s and we thought it would be fun to get a picture of them together. Here is how it turned out:

 “Pssst, Austin. When do you think they are going to bring out the milk and cookies?”