Christmas Day at Our House
BevK December 26th, 2005
To start the day, the household, minus one still ailing mom, went to Christmas services. Returning home, munchies were made available while the roast finished in the oven. Oh, I should say that one-young-son upon entering the front door demanded that the game be put on TV.
Kobe falls short of Christmas miracle
OK, most homeschoolers probably don’t watch NBA basketball on Christmas. I know it’s football time. Not at our house where the second annual Lakers vs. Heat game was a must see by at least one of us. One-young-son is a Kobe Bryant fan claiming that he can respect him for his basketball skills even if he can’t respect him otherwise. His momma begs to differ. I reflexively root against the Lakers. I’m not sure why he turns on Lakers games at all any more. He knows it comes with an automatic lecture on the perils of pride. Older brother is home from college and happily joined in the lecture (on mom’s side).
Meanwhile, Christmas dinner was ready, so the game was clicked off, and we tucked into pork roast, mashed potatoes, green beans, and rather interesting dinner rolls. The first Christmas dinner my husband had ever made as chief cook. It was overall a great success, but in the fine tradition instituted by the woman of the house, no criticism was allowed for any minor failures–only praise allowed. So, he basked in the glory of his efforts.
Meanwhile, one-young-son wolfed down some of his dinner, but overcome with anxiety…the game was in its last minutes…went charging back into the living room to turn on the TV and watch the last little bit of the game. He turned the TV on with 20 seconds left in the game, just in time to watch Kobe fail. There’s a lesson in that, but full of Christmas spirit I chose not to point them out to him when he came back to the table.
Later we played Apples to Apples and the Clue. We followed that with Phantom of the Opera on DVD — a Christmas gift. Youngest daughter avoided the movie. One-young-son was busy playing his new PC game, but came charging out whenever the music on the DVD got really dramatic. Older brother, older sister, mom, and dad enjoyed the video, although I’d have to say the females enjoyed a bit more than the males. All kids were then told to go to bed. Even the twenty-year-old obeyed, and mom stayed up with Dad to watch a James Bond film. Sort of a reward for watching my movie with me.
All told a great family day at home. I couldn’t think of a nicer Christmas.
