Christmas Eve. How happy I was that it fell on a Saturday this year! The husband took the kids to run a few last minute errands, which meant that I was able to turn on Michael Buble’s new Christmas album, consume numerous cups of pumpkin spice coffee, and finish all the wrapping. For the first time in…well…EVER…I wasn’t up till the wee hours wrapping gifts. It was so lovely. *sigh of contentment*
Our Eve traditions include spaghetti & meatballs, hot cocoa and tracking Santa’s progress online. It was such fun to watch the kiddos refresh the screen over and over to see if Santa had made it beyond Portugal. After much, much persuading, I finally convinced them to go to bed. How can Santa visit if they never go to sleep? (This battle is an annual tradition, as well.)
Letters, artwork and treats were laid out for Santa and his reindeer.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care.
And then, wonder of wonders, Santa was there!
That Santa sure is sneaky. We didn’t even hear him! Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good night!