Santa totally screwed us this year! Not only did he forget where he hid a couple of Ashton's presents, but he threw the girls' necklaces away with the empty shopping bags, (I had to dig them out of the trash) and left Matthew with a stomache bug, which left Nate and myself cleaning Christmas puke out of the carpet and bed sheets. I think Santa needs to consider a retirement or something because that magical man is really losing his touch!
Of course not all of Christmas was a total bust. Santa did remember to leave me a box of my favorite chocolates from Sees and a shopping gift card to my favorite store, the Buckle. And Ashton did get her Zhu Zhu pet. But he really should have left a note or something explaining that he couldn't get his hands on any of the Zhu Zhu accessories and the elves couldn't even make enough to supply the demand this year, but that Mommy has direct orders to take Ashton shopping for the accessories as soon as stores have them again.
Once Matthew stopped vomiting some color once again returning to his cheeks, he really enjoyed what Santa brought for him too. With four new costumes we probably won't see Matthew dressed as himself for quite a while. Brooke, our hardest to please seemed surprisingly pleased with all her loot. Even baby Harrison seemed to enjoy his presents especially his crocodile xylophone.
The day ended well with a delicious ham dinner at Nate's parents' house and a good old fashioned game of scattergories. Christmas was saved after all, even after Santa played a grinch on us!
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