Since we were going to be home for Christmas, being the young and naive girl that I am, I volunteered to host Christmas Eve dinner at our house. I couldn't understand why everyone jumped so quickly at the proposition. We had a feast and great fun reenacting the nativity, opening gifts, and playing games. And after the children went to bed, I let out a huge sigh of relief and gave silent props to my mom for doing this every year.
How festive are these two?
The adult table--stolen from the church with a dollar store tablecloth. We're classy people.
We converted the basement into a playroom to try and entice the children downstairs. That lasted 2.5 minutes.
Some angels and a baby Jesus. Baby Jesus is clearly the one with the doo rag. That's our interpretation anyways.
Angel or devil? Hmm....
Nifty gifties.
Christmas morning was wonderful. We slept in until nine. Leisurely opened gifts and ate breakfast and spoiled Britta like any good parents of only one child should do. She was in a perpetual state of wonderment. Santa really came through with this stroller and baby doll, whom she promptly named Patty. I have no idea where she got that, but we like to call her "fatty Patty" -- Britta is not a fan of this nickname.