Why Can't We Say Christmas Anymore?

Wait a minute. We can. But some choose not to, and we encourage that. That's from a movie. Well the last part. Not the log, I don't have a log.

Moving on. We finally got a chance to skate outside in downtown Lexington. Seems like a worthy tradition to start right Levi? Make skating great again!

The gals, for their part, did galish stuff.  Hours of silks and stretching classes, and comparing braids.

Another tradition that might have started this year is the holiday movie. For Levi it was obvious, Star Wars, Rogue One. Pretty good movie, especially when not crammed in a theatre with a thousand other Star Wars fans. Right Levi? Make movies great again!

In the days following, we head to the church playground to recreate some scenes. After all, what better place than the grounds of a church to create scenes of violence, revenge, and unspeakable cruelty? Tis the season. 

So the big day finally arrives. Although the kids still wrote their letters to Santa, we adopted some new technology this year and started texting him. After being assured he was on his way to Kentucky, those Peloza kids nodded off.

Then in the morning gave us the strangest present. Levi crawled into bed with us, then Eva. And we lay there for about 10 minutes, relaxing and talking about when we would get up. Such a civilized way to wake up Christmas morning. A few poses in front of the tree with our loot, then it was time open presents.

Good stuff all around, it was a good year. Some good crafty and outdoorsy kind of stuff. Eva shows of two of her craftier gifts, the pom pom wow (along with UK necklace) and light-up board. A message from you, Eva.

 Levi was very generous in sharing his gifts with his little sister, here sharing the head scratcher. It really does tickle.

So the day after the kids trucked down to Florida, what ever did we do with the deafening silence? The one constant is someone crawling into bed in the morning.