Saturday, January 3, 2009
In our house, the tradition is the children can get into their stockings and play with anything in there. The gifts have to wait until mom and dad get up. The children don't know any other way so it works for us. We usually wait until my mom and dad come and then head over to the inlaws. Because of the great snow storm we received on Christmas, my parents decided not to come and to see us at a later date. My inlaws called to say they would stop by on their way home from seeing Grandma. They never showed up. After 3:30pm, my father-in-law called to say one of his daughters had come to his house and were we going to come today or what! What the . . . ? Whatever. So we went to inlaws. We had a light supper there, gave our gifts to the inlaws. After a while, we decided to head to my parents house because my husband was really excited to give them what we got for them. It wasn't so bad going to my parents house but coming home was actually scary. The snow pack was so bad. We got stuck turning from the main street into our cul-de-sac. All I have to say is thank goodness for my husband and the snowblower.