This Christmas Eve was a special one. We had friends over (Isaak & Marti Russell) and ate like Kings. Then we watched a video presentation Trent made from the Mormon ad's, it ended up being one of the most beautiful and spiritual Christmas Eve's we've spent with the children and a wonderful way to celebrate the birth of our Savior.
After our guests left, the kids basically tucked themselves into bed. They were telling each other to go to sleep quick becasue then they'd wake up quicker and be able to have presents. That's not exactly how the night went down.
Here's the story...
Once upon a Christmas Eve, the Price family lived in a far away land, near an ocean. The house was quiet and still except for the soft, rhythmic hum of waves crashing in the background. Everyone was nestled in warm beds, dreaming of sugar plums and delightful toys.
Suddenly, at 4 am, the entire house was woken up to the awful sound of erupting volcanic vomiting.
Someone was sick, but who could the poor victim be? It was the youngest of the Price children. Poor, poor Carley was the one. She was sick, the yucky kind that takes 2 parents to divide and conquer & a brother and sister to commentate on. The beloved father is the hero of our story. He immediately swooped in, gathered up all the bedding and headed for the laundry. The mother played the nurse maid to the poor little girl. She bathed her and dressed her in fresh clothing.
Meanwhile, in the shadows, each tick and each tock of the clock was being noted. 25 minutes was the exact count of passing time. With it's passage, the anticipation of the elder Price children grew and grew and grew. For they knew what night this was, 'twas the most beloved of the year. With their parents occupied, they had already ventured down the dark hallway and seen, by the glow of the Christmas lights, that Santa had come and gone.
The parent's didn't know it yet, but they were doomed. The sleep they were craving was beyond their reach. It took the Price children some time, on bended knees, groveling to convince them of what to them had seemed obvious all along. Finally, after what seemed an eternity to the children, the parents realized their folly. They caved in and the children smiled.
So Christmas morning came a little early to the Price children who lived in a far away land, near the ocean!
.....and then the parents slept!
After our guests left, the kids basically tucked themselves into bed. They were telling each other to go to sleep quick becasue then they'd wake up quicker and be able to have presents. That's not exactly how the night went down.
Here's the story...
THE UNFORGETTABLE CHRISTMAS of 2012
Once upon a Christmas Eve, the Price family lived in a far away land, near an ocean. The house was quiet and still except for the soft, rhythmic hum of waves crashing in the background. Everyone was nestled in warm beds, dreaming of sugar plums and delightful toys.
Suddenly, at 4 am, the entire house was woken up to the awful sound of erupting volcanic vomiting.
Someone was sick, but who could the poor victim be? It was the youngest of the Price children. Poor, poor Carley was the one. She was sick, the yucky kind that takes 2 parents to divide and conquer & a brother and sister to commentate on. The beloved father is the hero of our story. He immediately swooped in, gathered up all the bedding and headed for the laundry. The mother played the nurse maid to the poor little girl. She bathed her and dressed her in fresh clothing.
Meanwhile, in the shadows, each tick and each tock of the clock was being noted. 25 minutes was the exact count of passing time. With it's passage, the anticipation of the elder Price children grew and grew and grew. For they knew what night this was, 'twas the most beloved of the year. With their parents occupied, they had already ventured down the dark hallway and seen, by the glow of the Christmas lights, that Santa had come and gone.
The parent's didn't know it yet, but they were doomed. The sleep they were craving was beyond their reach. It took the Price children some time, on bended knees, groveling to convince them of what to them had seemed obvious all along. Finally, after what seemed an eternity to the children, the parents realized their folly. They caved in and the children smiled.
So Christmas morning came a little early to the Price children who lived in a far away land, near the ocean!
The End
.....and then the parents slept!