My family observes the Swedish tradition of having the important Christmas meal on Christmas Eve. In my mom's family it is when they opened all the presents as well.
We split the difference-- opening most of the presents on Christmas morning, but opening a few on Christmas eve following the all-important family dinner.
So Christmas Eve is the important deadline. I didn't even know that stores were still open on Christmas Eve when I was a kid. I didn't know that it wasn't a standard holiday from work.
I did the last of the shopping. Wrapped some stuff. Made some stuff. Felted some stuff.
Here was the funny disaster... I was felting mittens for a number of people. I felt them in my old top-loading washing machine.
And although the mittens for my oldest son and my youngest nephew turned out fine, the mittens for the daughter and my mom were too small on the whole and had thumbs that sort of felted together.
So I sacrificed the mittens as raw material to make a bunch of flower petals. When I get a round tuitt I will take a picture of the finished project.
I will tell you on one of the subsequent posts why the item is still not done.
Grateful Crap: From the middle "I don't know why people talk about Christmas Day. There are a lot of Christmas days. You know, like the seven days of Christmas... but there is only one Christmas Eve."
Quaker, teacher, parent,