Milk and a cookie for Santa, and a rose for the missus.Despite Helen and I both feeling sick today (I’m just getting over a cold, Helen’s just starting), we had a very nice, calm, and meaningful Christmas Eve.  Maybe it’s because we’re feeling sick–we canceled all the big plans that would have seen us driving all around town and making fancy dinners and exhausting ourselves, and instead did only the low-key stay-at-home family things.

We started the evening lighting the hannukah candles (it’s the fourth night) and singing the blessings, then had a splendid low-key dinner by Helen.  (I must say, I prefer it when hannukah is further away from Christmas–I can only celebrate one thing at a time!)

After dinner we ate popcorn and drank hot apple cider with cinnamon sticks while listening to Johnny Whitaker read Charles Tazewell’s The Littlest Angel, then read the last part of the Journey to Christmas, a book we’ve been reading every day leading up to Christmas.

Now Kenan is in bed singing Away in a Manger to himself.  Shana wrote a note to Santa (she says she doesn’t believe in him, but she sure acts like she does!) and is reading in bed. Helen and I are biding our time waiting for the kids to finally go to sleep so we can don our elven hats and fill their stockings.

Here’s Shana’s note.  See if you can make sense of it, and post your translation here–Santa may need your help.  :-/  (We’ve got to put some more effort into her spelling!)

Shana's note to Santa