The days leading up to Christmas brought some pretty intense discussions at our house. Jason insisted we open presents on Christmas Day while I accused him of trying to ruin the holiday by not following my tradition of opening everything on Christmas Eve. You could say we’re both a bit stubborn so after arriving home from the crib and christingle service, we still hadn’t come to an agreement. Following Norwegian tradition, we always got our tree late in the month (sometimes even the day of Christmas Eve), ate lutefisk and lefse, then opened our gifts that same night. The next morning, we’d wake up to stockings filled by Santa and spend the rest of our day playing with our new toys. As a kid, it was awesome because I always got to open my gifts before my friends which was an envious position in which to be. Jason’s traditions, on the other hand, fall much more in line with what you see in the movies: waking up early, ripping open your gifts, then stuffing your face full of turkey and ham.
We’d all been battling a cold for the past few weeks and as a result, hadn’t had much sleep from the incessant coughing and backed up nasal cavities. So by Christmas Eve, we were all rather exhausted and wishing for bed. This lack of energy ended up settling the debate for us as we were simply too tired to open all our gifts in one night.
Jason whipped up a delicious meal of fried chicken and alfredo pasta with broccoli. Not your standard Christmas fare but delicious nevertheless. In an attempt to make things a little more festive than normal, I threw together a quick table setting and some place cards. Please don’t judge me. I’d been coughing for weeks on end and it was the best I could do. Lena was excited that she got to use a straw and a real cup to drink some Black Currant squash and we were excited that she was actually eating. We posed for a few quick pictures (thanks to the aid of my tripod from my genius-gifter husband), opened one present each, then called it a night.
The next morning, we were feeling only slightly more energetic after another rough night’s sleep. This is probably our last year of sleeping in on Christmas morning so we went ahead and took advantage of it. Jason and Lena watched Christmas Vacation (gotta love the Griswold’s) while I attempted to make BoBerry Biscuits from scratch. If you’ve never experienced a blueberry biscuit from Bojangles, you’re really missing out in life. They’re utterly delicious, unhealthy and drizzled in powdered sugar frosting. What’s not to love?! While my version didn’t look as pretty as an authentic BoBerry, it did not disappoint in the taste department. They were buttery and just the right mix of crusty on the outside and soft on the inside with fresh blueberries and homemade frosting. We may have eaten them for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Click here for the recipe if you’d like to try these tasty morsels for yourself.
As usual, the grandparents outdid themselves in the gift department sending everything from clothes and jewelry to books and dolls. Lena loved all of it and spent the rest of her day tinkering with all her new wares. Not to be outdone, the Carlsson’s surprised all of us with a Nabi. According to our resident researcher, Dustin, this is the hottest kids toy of the season. It reads books to you, has a chore chart where you can earn points to put towards buying new games and boasts all the popular kids games as well as some great educational programs I’d never seen before. They also sent Lena’s favorite Christmas decoration to date – a UNC Elf on the Shelf. We had fun moving him around each night and watching her excitement over finding him the next day. She named him “Goat” and no, I have no idea where she came up with that.
It was a low key Christmas this year but after a busy month and weeks of feeling under the weather, we agreed it was perfect. Lena was happy (and ridiculously cute in her pajamas courtesy of Pirate Threads) and seemed to enjoy all the traditions we tried to create for her. While I’m ready to take down the decorations and have the house a little less cluttered, I’m a little sad that I don’t have an excuse for excess cookie baking. Luckily, there’s always next year and I’m already looking forward to it!