{"id":3256,"date":"2008-12-26T00:25:04","date_gmt":"2008-12-26T08:25:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/entries\/christmas-morning-2008\/"},"modified":"2008-12-26T00:25:04","modified_gmt":"2008-12-26T08:25:04","slug":"christmas-morning-2008","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/2008\/12\/christmas-morning-2008\/","title":{"rendered":"Christmas Morning 2008"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Our morning was delightfully yummy with Scott&#8217;s fresh cinnamon rolls delivered right from his oven, and the rain was falling in a cold, gray Christmas morning when the boys woke up. Jerome was up first, of course, full of anticipation and excitement! When his brothers woke up an hour later Peter read Luke 2 before opening presents.<\/p>\n<p><a rel=\"lightbox[xmas08]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5294.JPG\" title=\" Jerome was so very eager to show his brothers their stockings!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5294.thumbnail.JPG\" alt=\" Jerome was so very eager to show his brothers their stockings!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[xmas08]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5295.JPG\" title=\" Good morning, Seth! :-)\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5295.thumbnail.JPG\" alt=\" Good morning, Seth! :-)\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[xmas08]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5296.JPG\" title=\" Ian enjoying Seth\u2019s new toy drill.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5296.thumbnail.JPG\" alt=\" Ian enjoying Seth\u2019s new toy drill.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[xmas08]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5301.JPG\" title=\" slinkys!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5301.thumbnail.JPG\" alt=\" slinkys!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[xmas08]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5304-1.JPG\" title=\" I love Seth\u2019s face. :-)\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5304-1.thumbnail.JPG\" alt=\" I love Seth\u2019s face. :-)\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[xmas08]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5305-1.JPG\" title=\" Merry Christmas, Seth!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5305-1.thumbnail.JPG\" alt=\" Merry Christmas, Seth!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[xmas08]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5312-1.JPG\" title=\" Merry Christmas, Jerome!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5312-1.thumbnail.JPG\" alt=\" Merry Christmas, Jerome!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[xmas08]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5309-1.JPG\" title=\" Jerome helping Ian open his gift from the Jones\u2019.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5309-1.thumbnail.JPG\" alt=\" Jerome helping Ian open his gift from the Jones\u2019.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[xmas08]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5315-1.JPG\" title=\" He loves his pound puppy!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5315-1.thumbnail.JPG\" alt=\" He loves his pound puppy!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[xmas08]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5335.JPG\" title=\" And this was baby Bekah\u2019s first Christmas!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_5335.thumbnail.JPG\" alt=\" And this was baby Bekah\u2019s first Christmas!\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>It was a wonderful morning that lead to a precious day at Papa&#8217;s house. We finished Advent together and shared some Christmas hymns before exchanging gifts, then came a wonderful Christmas dinner with extended family and friends!<\/p>\n<p>Tomorrow we fly to GA to see my family!<\/p>\n<p>I will post again next year. Merry Christmas!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Our morning was delightfully yummy with Scott&#8217;s fresh cinnamon rolls delivered right from his oven, and the rain was falling in a cold, gray Christmas morning when the boys woke up. Jerome was up first, of course, full of anticipation and excitement! When his brothers woke up an hour later Peter read Luke 2 before [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3256"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3256"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3256\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3256"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3256"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3256"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}