It was Masons's first year dancing around the Christmas tree, and I'm not sure what he thought about it. He seemed overwhelmed with the amount of people being really loud, and joyous(?). Either the relatives voices are getting worse, or they are all trying to torment me, they like to do that to Chantall and I (the somewhat musical ones in the family). All participants, can't wait for the O Jul Med Din Glede Norwegian song. It gets pretty rowdy with the curtsy's, clapping, and turning, oh my!
Gifts are exchanged and opened on Christmas Eve, another Swedish tradition. The grandchildren open presents from Grandma and Grandpa Brown, and always get exactly what they want. Grandma and Grandpa must have some awesome elves. The kids enjoy playing with their new toys, while the adults top off the evening with Grandma's homemade candy!
We got home from out parties late this year. After all the fun we had, I wanted to end Christmas Eve, with the story of the birth of our Savior. We drove up to the Bountiful Temple, and Kate read the Christmas story to us from the car. We are so grateful for the birth of our Savior, and the wonderful example and sacrifice he made for all of us. Our appreciation of the gift of eternal life grows ever year, as we reflect on our missing family member. Holiday's while fun and delightful, bring a bit of a heavy heart for us, as we remember Christmas' with Steve here. We miss him! What a blessing it is to know that we will ALL be able to be together again!
Merry Christmas!
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