Bestest. Christmas. Ever.
For as long as I can remember, my family has had the tradition of my father reading The Polar Express on Christmas Eve. I don't know when it started, but it was well before the movie that we refuse to acknowledge exists.
This year, Kelsey and I went to midnight mass with my family, and back to their house after for my father to continue his tradition.
Kelsey hadn't seen the artwork, so she sat next to him as he read it. I noticed when he opened the book that it was a new one, as ours has been well loved over the years. It didn't click in my head until after my father finished and handed the book to Kelsey that it was ours. The first gift of Christmas. Just too freaking cool for words.
And since none of us kids were tired, we all went back to my apartment to watch Love Actually.
I don't even care what happens tomorrow (make that today, as it's 5AM). This has already been the best Christmas, and I don't think anything will top it.
At least, not until I'm reading The Polar Express to my children. :D
This year, Kelsey and I went to midnight mass with my family, and back to their house after for my father to continue his tradition.
Kelsey hadn't seen the artwork, so she sat next to him as he read it. I noticed when he opened the book that it was a new one, as ours has been well loved over the years. It didn't click in my head until after my father finished and handed the book to Kelsey that it was ours. The first gift of Christmas. Just too freaking cool for words.
And since none of us kids were tired, we all went back to my apartment to watch Love Actually.
I don't even care what happens tomorrow (make that today, as it's 5AM). This has already been the best Christmas, and I don't think anything will top it.
At least, not until I'm reading The Polar Express to my children. :D