Over the River and Through the Woods.....

To Grandma's House We Go...

I heart Christmas Eve. Even more than Christmas Day. The anticipation of what's to come. The barely contained excitement in my boys eyes as they try so hard to be on their best behavior. As if, they can make up for all their random acts of rottenness they have bestowed upon each other all year. My mom makes the best goodies on Christmas Eve. We eat so much salt that you are drinking gallons of punch to make up for it. The kids hurry and eat so that they can open grandmas presents. The adults just want to talk and catch up. Of course, we picked the worst day of the year to do that.

Then we hurry home so that we can get ready for Santa's arrival.

Of course, what would Christmas Eve be without new pajamas?

Dad reading "The Night Before Christmas" then off to bed.

It takes a lot of hard work for Santa to reach everybody in one night.