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So hey. How was your holiday? Mine was good. Did I cover that already? Probably. My apologies. My brain seems to still be on vacation. Be right back........

Nope, didn't really cover the holidays. Whew. So.......

My parents came in to town, per the uzh. (How does one abbreviate usual? hmph) This year they stayed at a more mainstream hotel instead of the small town type one they usually stay at. Of course this means they also had a pool. And? and?? AND?

a *so very, very, very* hot sauna.

The end.

Just kidding. But no really, hot sauna. Very nice. This was also when we discovered a certain toddler of ours loves the sauna. and the pool. and any body of water near her. I don't think we've ever seen her scoot backwards so quickly towards anything. It was a sight for sure.

I've often wondered, how far do we go with the celebrating of Christmas? Meaning, how much do we spoil the children? They really do get what they want (within reason, most of the time). They didn't get every single thing on their list. In fact, I had to pare down their lists before sending them to Oma and Papa. They were deliriously happy with what they got and yet? They questioned, rather angrily from the boy, why they didn't get this, that and the other. I think I rather liked it last year when they were just......happy.

When will they get it? When will I not have to remind them, especially him, that it's not about the gifts? We talk about Jesus and his birth and what his life has meant to people in our world. Am I asking too much of them? I am, aren't I? Dangit.

I'm just going to let them be kids.


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