We had some visitors give us service as well. We had a few people stop by to bring us Christmas gifts of various sorts, including a gift left on our doorstep. It said, "Merry Christmas Telford's From the North Pole." Thank you so much for the paperware and envelope. It is greatly appreciated. You know who you are.
I'm very grateful for all the kindness shown to us by so many people. I'm very grateful for friends who came to give Jeremy a Priesthood blessing this morning, who took time away from their own Christmas Eve morning to perform that service for us.
This afternoon, Jr. Jr. got to sprinkle reindeer food out on the lawn. He got it from school. It had oats and glitter in it. The package said, "Magic Reindeer Food Sprinkle on the lawn at night, the moon will make it sparkle bright. As Santa's reindeer fly and roam, this will guide them to your home."
We weren't able to have one of the dishes Jeremy was going to make for dinner. Since we didn't have it for Thanksgiving, Jr. had his heart set on it for Christmas. He had a very good attitude about it when we explained that Jeremy wasn't able to make it. We still had plenty of food.
After dinner, Jeremy told the kids a special Jackerina (defender of the Telford family) story while I made snickerdoodles (thanks for the recipe, Kelly Quilter) so the kids could put out milk and cookies for Santa later.
Then the kids hung up our stockings by the fire and we had our last Countdown to Christmas scripture study and bore our testimonies. Then we went around telling about ourselves for a video like we do every year.
Then the kids got to open up presents from Grandma and Grandpa Telford (new pajamas) and put them on.
Aaaah! My hair is on fire!
Our 3-year old would not go to bed, so finally I went to bed for a little bit. Eventually he went to bed and now I'm up again writing this blog post.
I told Jeremy, with his hurt arm in Sacrament Meeting tomorrow, it will be like Tiny Tim in A Christmas Carol. It will be good for people to remember on Christmas who made lame beggars walk and blind men see (paraphrasing again).
Merry Christmas.
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