OMG! these kids are sleeping late on Christmas morning. It’s 7am. I have been up since 4:30. Come on people, there are presents to unwrap! Santa ate the cookies, the reindeer nibbled on the carrots, there are a pile of new presents under the tree that weren’t there when everybody went to bed, and somebody put a Santa hat on the Buddha statue. How can you possible still be sleeping? In years past, I would have facilitated the Christmas morning wake-up, but I’ve mellowed with age. And my sister is still recovering from Asa’s rendition of Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer at six yesterday morning. He squawked it like a loud chicken. Bwock-bwock bwock bwock bwocked bwock-wock!!!! We’re wonderful house guests.
Anyway, Napa Auto Parts of Hawaii came through and there is a real oil can ( a la Wizard of Oz) under the tree for Asa. I can’t wait to see his truck-loving face this morning. IF he and the nieces ever get up. What with the beach, the trampoline, and chasing after his cousins while pretending to be a shark yesterday, he was pretty tired when we set the cookies and carrots out last night. Still… Apparently Christmas genes are recessive.
In running news, OMG I am sore. Running fast-ish on the roads has hobbled me. I’m getting up from chairs like a 97 year-old. Embarrassing. More speed today after the wrapping paper has cleared and we’ve had our traditional Christmas morning breakfast of Swedish egg casserole. Nobody in the family is Swedish; My mom just liked the recipe years ago. OK, I’m just rambling now to pass time. I’ll sign off before I go into the details of the Hawaiian beach bathing suit scene and my walking lunges workout.
Merry Christmas to all of you. Thanks for the present of reading this blog. 🙂