Christmas Eve: Beanbags Galore

It is a tradition in our house, when we get home from church on Christmas Eve, to cook supper.  Some years the supper is pretty bleak, or pretty common.  This year we cooked steak and twice baked potatoes.  It was delicious.  After supper we read or do a Christmas devotion activity of some kind, and then the kidlets each get to choose one present to open.  This year we decided the that the three enormous, similarly shaped presents from Auntie Jennifer and Uncle Joey were the gifts that could wait no longer.  The bags were torn open and inside were three bean bags.  The kidlets were thrilled.

I had forgotten about how beanbags could be so fun.  I had, in fact, when I found out that Auntie Jennifer was giving them bean bags, envisioned my children sitting in them, maybe reading a book or something.  The kidlets, however, needed no one to tell them exciting and fun things to do with bean bags.  They immediately started whapping them into each other, building bean bag towers to jump from, creating human bean bag sandwiches and all sorts of great bean bag activities.  It was a frenzy of kids and beanbags, much like I remember playing when I really think back to the bean bag at Grandma Edna’s house, and how we would wildly play with my Uncle Tom.  I don’t think it helped that the kidlets had just had dessert and were experiencing a bit of a sugar buzz.

They loved, loved, loved the bean bags.  Thank you Auntie Jennifer and Uncle Joey.