By the time this holiday trip is officially over, we will have logged over 26 hours in the air and over 16 hours on the ground. All worth it! Each miserable moment experienced crossing the Atlantic is far outweighed by the smiles and hugs exchanged between the children and the grandparents and greatgrandparents.
We've eaten our weights in turkey and dressing, drank ourselves silly on eggnog (well, some of us have) and had more pies, cakes, cookies and pudding than I care to discuss. Because it is Christmas, this is all perfectly acceptable.
Claudia still doesn't care much for Santa. This could have something to do with the St. Mikolus who appeared at her preschool, with his sidekick "Krampusz", a little devil who gives switches to the naughty children. St. Mikolus spoke very little English and towered over the children, shouting "DON'T BE SCARE ME!" Very reassuring, right?
Judging by the frequency and magnitude of Patrick's belly laughs, I am convinced that he thoroughly enjoyed his first Christmas. He's such a sweet boy, even if he didn't, I don't think he would let on.