Where were we? Christmas Eve. We had breakfast with friends. Mark took the kids to the park while I played Santa.
It seemed a little strange to have the kids open gifts in their clothes. So even though it was well past noon when they got home from the park, I made them change into their pajamas before entering the house. And the rest was pure Christmas magic.
Kembe and Karis think the djembe drum covers make nice hats. (Djembe: rhymes with Kembe).
I feel compelled to say that I feel strongly that adoption is not about removing a child from poverty so that the child can have a better life materially. It’s about creating a family for a child. I also feel compelled to say that Kembe’s first Christmas since coming home from Haiti? Was awesome to behold. It was so fun to experience it with him.
We had an amazing Christmas this Christmas Eve . . . and spent the evening packing while the kids were distracted with their new toys. And the next morning, we left California and arrived in a snowy Atlanta for our first White Christmas. But that is a story for another post.