Christina G. Rossetti
It was a simply magical Christmas.
On Christmas Eve, Mark's brother's family came over to Pop & Mimi's for Christmas Eve dinner. It was fantastic (despite a broken oven and everything being cooked on the grill or in the toaster oven!). I wish I would've worn my "Thanksgiving pants" (oh sweet Joey how I miss you). After dinner we opened our traditional Christmas pajamas and *tried* to snap a few pictures to prove that, at least for one more year, we managed to get everyone on board with the matching pajama idea. We distributed the reindeer food (despite the rain) and set out cookies and milk for Santa. The children got nestled all snug in their beds while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads (after only one or two stern warnings). The sugar plums danced all night and we woke up the next morning at a fairly decent hour to hoots and hollers of Christmas.
Pure magic.
Matching Christmas monkey pajamas. So fitting.
Look! Santa came!
He left candy canes on the Christmas tree!
He ate all the cookies and drank all the milk!
Thank you God for the gift of your son, that we may be able to celebrate his birthday each and every year with so much joy, wonder, and awe!
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