Christmas was really fun this year. Jaxon really caught on to the excitement for the first time. He even met St. Nick...yes, the first time. He may be deprived, but what does he know? He can't remember any other Christmas. Besides that, I never had to deal with the guilt of making my child scream on Santa's lap.
We started out Christmas Eve morning with my family. We went to my parents church and had lunch and played. We were able to share it with my dad's brother and sister. With both of my dads parents gone, it doesn't seem like we get together as an extended family often enough. The kids had a great time running wild in all the open space, playing baseball, basketball, kickball, and, of course, tag. The adults played Foosball, ping pong, badminton, and basketball.
Later that night Brian, Jaxon, and I did the traditional Christmas Eve stuff. We ate waffles, sang Christmas songs, read the story of the first Christ's birth, and opened up our presents from the Elves. Pajamas. Would it be anything else?
Jaxon started running a fever that night and we all spent most of the night awake. Since we were all wide awake at 6:30 Christmas morning we decided to get the show on the road and open the presents.
Jaxon, though extremely sick, was a riot. Each gift was met with an "Oh, my gosh!" and then after opening it he would say "Is that from mom or dad or Santa?" If it was from either Brian or me he would run to us, give a huge hug, and say "Thank you
soooo much!" It didn't last long before he was exhausted and needed to lie down for a bit. You can see from the pictures just how sick our little man was. Later Christmas Day we realized that he had strep.

Though the look on his face does not show it, he really was excited over his new tool bench from Santa.

I'm personally not a fan of weapons. However,
Jaxon received both a gun and sword...and of course, absolutely loves them. He's done a great job saving us from monsters. Another bonus: my vacuum attachments haven't been touched since!!

Is it sad that the one smile (forced as it may be) came while sporting his new U of U jersey?

What's Christmas without the white stuff?
Jaxon got to try out his new shovel Christmas morning. Just hope he doesn't get tired of shoveling too soon. He's got a lifetime ahead of him!
After opening our presents (and shoveling snow) we headed for Perry to spend the day with Brian's family. We had the traditional
Ebelskiver (really I have no idea how to spell that....little pancake puff
thingie majigs) for breakfast. The much awaited phone call came shortly after finishing breakfast and we were all able to talk to our favorite missionary: Elder Brady.
Mounds of presents later,
Jaxon had had enough fun for one day and very bluntly told us it was time to go home. For being as sick as he was he was a great sport and had a wonderful Christmas. I can only imagine how fun it will be next year when he's not sick (knock on wood). The spirit of Christmas comes to life when you watch it through the eyes of a child.