Lots of stuff happened on and around Christmas:
We got a TeePee complements of the Berrys. We joked to the girls that Indian Santa had brought it and they started doing Indian dances like their grandfather taught them. They also gave the girls some hand bells that they're starting to get pretty good at.
My mother, Mark and his mother Jean stopped by and they took us to the Opryland hotel. We had a great meal and enjoyed all the displays and lights they had set up for Christmas. They even had a life-size narrated nativity scene that was very cool.
My dad and Faye stopped by and we had a great time and went to the Bass Pro shop and mall in Nashville.
AND...
Spoiler Warning! If you still believe Santa slides down your chimney on Christmas eve, you might want to skip this part:
Everyone has different ideas about what to tell their children about Santa. We decided to just tell ours the truth. We told them that Santa was really Saint Nicholas. That he lived a long time ago and was a devoted Christian who gave much of his inherited wealth to help the poor - especially children.
So we were in a store one day and a kindly-looking old lady came up and, with a twinkle in her eye, asked our children if Santa had brought them anything good for Christmas. To which Alena eagerly replied: "He's dead!" I thought the old lady was going to have a heart attack on the spot!
Be careful what you teach your children!
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