Guillermo and Maya were angels yesterday. I don't mean they behaved like angels because they really didn't. Guillermo woke up way too crabby for it to be Christmas Eve and Maya was pretty upset to learn that she still had one more day to wait even though the Christmas countdown clock at a house in the next neighborhood told her the evening before that Christmas was just 1 day, 5 hours, 33 minutes and 24 seconds away. "It said one day, mommy!" she cried to me.
Instead, they were angels at the Christmas Eve service we attended at church. We went to service at the church where Maya attends preschool. It was great. The kids got to choose if they wanted to be an angel, a wise man, Mary, Joseph, or the shepherds. Mine choose angels and were given the little costumes and halos and during the service they sat with the other kids in the front of the church. They were thrilled. To make the service even better, afterward the church served birthday cake for Jesus. It was a perfect way to end the service.
The kids were less than thrilled when I told them that the one Christmas present they got to open that evening was their ornament. I relented and let them open the presents they gave to each other: the pink box of Legos for Maya and spy googles for Guillermo. I went to the airport to pick up my parents and the kids settled in with Will for a Christmas Eve movie. Appropriately or not, they chose G-Force because they were tired, they said, of Christmas movies.
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