Christmas Breakfast
My husband loves to
heckle our kids on Christmas morning, taking an extra long time brushing his
teeth and finding the camera. (He learned this behavior from his
father during many a Christmas Past.) After a lot of fuss, he still makes them
wait at the top of the stairs another few minutes to try their patience
while he goes down and scouts the goods. They get so mad, which he
finds
hilarious.
Me, on the otherhand, I like the smell of
cinnamon rolls baking on Christmas
morning and the sense of expectancy that creates, especially when my kids
are knee deep in wrap and liable to forget all about the real world and the
eating and sleeping that go along with it.
It's kind of like
tantrum insurance.
And while my kids are
happily inhaling cream cheese frosting
and gooey bread, I'm not out of tricks yet. I still have hot chocolate
to warm up, made with just enough dark chocolate to perfectly complement the
sweetness of the rolls. With my mug in one hand and a half eaten
cinnamon roll in the other, this is my favorite christmas moment.
-Sierra
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