We had our visit with Santa at the local children's museum.
Our main traditions for the year begin on Christmas Adam (do your kids use this term? I always used to call it Christmas Eve Eve, myself). Just before bedtime, we watch George C. Scott's A Christmas Carol, which is our favorite rendition (not that the girls know any different). Unfortunately, this year we had gotten rid of the DVD portion on our Netflix account, and it isn't on instant streaming. So, I got to open a special gift from Chloe on December 23rd, and now we will always have the DVD available to watch when the time comes. Also, in July if I feel like it.
Christmas Eve was spent playing together and getting ready for the big day. Doing some cleaning and cooking, etc. Then we headed over to our good friends' home for a wonderful Christmas Eve dinner, nativity play (I was a sheep) and plain old fun. After eating ourselves into near oblivion and having a fantastic time in all other ways, it was time to head home and begin our own Christmas Eve Traditions.
Christmas morning came early this year, since we had church. Speaking of traditions, Bria was devastated that we might have to wait until after church to open our gifts. Not because she didn't want to wait, but because they wouldn't be in their PJs. Apparently you absolutely cannot open gifts once you are dressed. So, knowing how important "traditions" are (even when they aren't necessarily intended to be a tradition!), we obliged and got up much earlier than we might have.
And I didn't take a single picture of Christmas morning, but I will say that the girls had a lovely time, and so did Joel and I. I think Joel has a fun video on his phone that I may post later. I make no promises.
We then went to church, where we had a lovely service. The steroids I'd been taking allowed my laryngitis-riddled voice to work well enough to sing O Holy Night, and Joel gave a lovely talk about the importance of Christ's birth.
Then we came home and the turkey went into the oven, for we were hosting Christmas dinner. We have a great group of friends with whom we have shared Christmas dinner every year since moving here (this is the third year so it's official tradition now, right?).
And that, in a nutshell, was our Christmas. Gone as quickly as it came. But wonderful just the same.