Our First Sandwich Generation Christmas

This is our first Christmas with Grandma here. Years ago, when there were only two small children, we all gathered at Grandma’s house to open some presents. The kids were small enough that they simply sat there in awe, as they received presents in an orderly fashion. That seemed to work out well. Grandma and Grandpa were pleased to have such well behaved kids, and everyone managed to live through the whole day. Notrealnotrealnotreal.

Now there are three times as many children, they are all older and much louder, and Grandpa is no longer here. Grandma doesn’t even want to celebrate, and everyone is on high alert for trouble.

We managed to make it though the cloud of wrapping paper, overly tired babies and all the fun that goes along with chaotic Christmas morning.

Grandma managed to get through it by picking up wrapping paper, and of course, making coffee. The children are going outside to play with some toys, the men are asleep, and all the wrapping paper is tucked away in a box. Other than the dinner that awaits, we managed the first Christmas as a sandwich family, just fine.

I look forward to hearing how everyone else fared. Thanks for sharing your comments! I am feeling very welcome.