
On Christmas Eve, we:
Continued cooking lovely (and totally calorie free, of course) treats.
A new personal favorite? Pretzel + rollo + melt in oven for 4 minutes + squish with pecan + cool = heaven.

Played in the snow (some more):



Had our first real (sort of) nativity with all of the Walton grandchildren:
Luke AKA Joseph (notice his staff - perfect for whacking the shepherds)

Our wisemen (and wise - grandma)

The lovely Mary (being the only girl grandchild has some major benefits - no one to fight you for the role)

The shepherds. Best costume award goes to Uncle Michael for his role as "Sheep."

Aunt Danica as the fabulous narrator. Notice Ryan, also a shepherd, who kept attempting to abduct the baby Jesus (played by his prized, beloved Cowie)

We read some Christmas stories, dressed the kids in their cute (and homemade) pajamas.
Luke was the official writer of the Santa note:

Then we bustled everyone in bed, waiting to see if Santa would come. And boy, did he ever.
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