On Saturday the kids, hubs and I went out to where my parents camp to celebrate Christmas in July.
The way it works is:
people decorate their campsites, for most people this means they put out a blow up santa, or hang some garland, but my parents tend to go all out:
There is a horse drawn sleigh ride (the sleigh is on wheels since there is no snow for the sleigh. But they still call it a sleigh ride)
There is a Santa Claus parade. This consists of Santa being pulled in the ‘sleigh’ while children ride their decorated bikes behind him and some parents push their strollers. (Overall a dusty mess since the roads aren’t paved and that many bikes going through does more than it’s part stirring up the dust) We sat this out as I wasn’t in the mood to cough and gag while walking behind a bunch of bikes and then fighting for a seat.
After the parade everyone gathers at the stage where Santa passes out presents. (These are bought and wrapped by the parents, dropped off at a specified place and then delivered to the stage during the parade.) My mom bought my kids their gifts from Santa. Since it is JULY she didn’t go all out. She bought the boys each a truck and got Zoey a stuffed pink hamster. Someone bought their kid a bike. Yep that’s right, Santa at the campground brought her a bike. Alex noticed the bike (of course) and said ‘Look Momma, Santa brought a bike! Bike for Alex?’ in my head I replied with ‘nope, sorry kid Santa doesn’t love you that much’ But out loud, since I didn’t want to dash my two year olds hopes and dreams, I said ‘I don’t think that bike is for you bud, it’s too big and you have a Thomas bike already!’ Crisis averted.
I was a little worried for when Santa called the kids names. Alex has been TERRIFIED of Santa every single time I have ever tried to bring him to see him. But I figured we would give it a go anyways. It was successful! There were no tears from anyone! Yay!
We all had a great time, and after the kids got their presents from Santa we went back to Mom and Dad’s site and enjoyed a delicious BBQ before heading back to the city. Since the kids all have colds, I wasn’t on board for camping with my parents for the night. After we got the kids home and in bed, they slept. All night. Zoey woke up at midnight and 5 am for bottles, then they all slept until 7 am. Except me. I slept until after 9. (Although I use the term sleep loosely since I had 2 little boys jumping on me intermittently)
Merry Christmas in July!
Love, hugs and more to come later!