Christmas started off with that most secular of events: the traditional End-of-Soccer Season Celebration. That's right, the people who run the soccer program decided December 24th would be a great day to gather all of the kids together for a party.
We weren't keen on going, but since Aidan's team had won the championship, he reallyreallyreally wanted to go. So Bart took the boys back to the dreaded Field of Dirt, where Shay got one trophy (league champions?) and Aidan received a whopping two trophies (league champions and cup champions?). Yeah, I don't understand it either.
From there, the boys rushed home and changed into fancy clothes so we could all go to Christmas Eve mass. We went to a different church than usual, on a hilltop on the other side of town. The kids were all fabulously well-behaved (everyone deserves a Christmas miracle like that!), so after church, we took them out for ice cream. Before lunch. Yes, we did. We are either the best parents ever, or the worst parents ever. But ice cream for lunch was a lovely surprise for the kids, and it meant I didn't have to make anything for lunch. That, my friends, is a definite win-win.
looking downhill from the church....
Before we knew it, it was Christmas Day. Santa found us here in Amman, and he must've thought the kids were pretty good this year. They were thrilled with all of their loot. Kyra's favorite was the pillow pet she'd been wanting ever since she saw the commercial 30-kazillion times while on home leave (who says advertising doesn't work?). Ainsley also got a pillow pet. Aidan did not, and he was actually pretty bummed about it. Who knew?
Of all of the kids, Kyra was the most excited about "Santa Closet," as she still calls him. She watched his progress all day on NORAD, and she was just about to bust out of her skin with excitement, as you can see from the photos below.
And that was our Christmas.
Tomorrow morning we're heading down to Aqaba, on the Red Sea. Back in a few days.
Happy holidays, everyone.