This Christmas was a very exciting one for me, because it was the first year that I got to play Santa with Neil for Morgan. For the last several weeks I have been remembering all the things Mom and Dad did to spark our belief in Santa Claus, like leaving a cookie or two with big bite marks in them, half-chewed carrots from the reindeer, surprises in closets and other things that it seemed only a magical man could do. I wanted to make sure that Morgan’s first Christmas with all of us together was going to be magical too.

Well, things didn’t exactly go quite as planned. Morgan was hyper of course, and we were over at her grandparent’s place, and she probably had too many sweets. Add to that a nagging cough that wouldn’t seem to go away, and just minutes after we put her down to bed on Christmas Eve, she was crying in her bed. Usually, she does this for attention, but something in her tone made us go up and check on her, and it’s a good thing we did. Scared that if she got up, she would make Santa angry, Morgan stayed in her bed, even though she knew she was going to throw up. After the mess, Neil and I quickly carried her to the bathroom to let her finish bringing up whatever was left in her stomach, and I cleaned her up while Neil took care of her floor and sheets. Morgan stood there, shaking like a leaf, and I asked her what was wrong, and got this for an answer:

“Santa is almost hee—ere..and he’s going to-to-to see-ee that I’m up-p-p-p and he’s going to-to go…AW-AW-AWAY!” at which point she promptly bursts into tears. We had to explain to her that Santa knew she wasn’t being bad, that she was sick, and that he would just go to some other children’s houses first and would come back when she was feeling better and back asleep. 20 minutes, some water, new pj’s, freshly brushed teeth, and a few bites of dry toast with cinnamon later, she was back in bed alright, asleep within only minutes of us closing the door.

Christmas Day was great for all of us, we were spoiled recklessly, and got quite a few things we wanted, and even a few things we needed too. The best thing for me though wasn’t the ball winder, the Knit Picks interchangable circular needle set, or even the new pj’s with sheep all over them, or the new socks from Mom, no, it was the money for the piece of furniture Neil and I needed so badly, a new bed.


Our old bed was about 10 years old and in bad shape. The middle sagged in the mattress and box spring, and we had folded towels in the dip to try to eliminate the sag in the center. The mattress was angled badly to one side, so the sheets kept coming off, and the worst part about it was the fact that it was so small, a full size. Neil isn’t exactly a small guy, so we needed a queen size badly. We trekked out to Ikea on Boxing Day to get our new bed, a queen sized Malm with the matching night stands (which I am totally in love with!) and an Ikea foam mattress (great for my allergies), and a new all natural down duvet and a new cover. A couple other odds and ends came home with us too, like a stand for our new printer, some plastic dishes, and the small white shaded lamp on the right side of the bed.

Morgan of course got spoiled, we got her a tea cart with a tea set on it, a dog that barks when you pet it, Princess sets for reading and the bath, and lots of other odds and ends, but I think the highlight of her Christmas was finding a new bike under her mother’s Christmas tree. It was so funny though, Neil told me she burst into tears when she realized it didn’t have any training wheels on it, she calls it her mountain bike right now, and when she gets the training wheels, it will be a “big girl bike.” This stuff is too cute to make up!

Christmas night, I got to meet my new baby cousin, Jeremy.


Who is only three weeks old (though closer to 4 now). Isn’t he precious?

And Mom got to see her new socks, and now, so do you! I present, Schooner Socks, from the book Socks for Handpainted Yarn.


Santa sure spoiled us this year! And now, I need to go clean up after him. There is stuff all over the living room and bedrooms still, believe me, that photo of the bed earlier is a lie. The mess is all out of camera range! Laundry, dishes, vacuuming, so much has to get done today!