Anyone else feel like they’ve been run over by a truck today?
And please tell me that my house is not the only house that looks like a bomb exploded in it.
Day after Christmas = No. Energy.
Good thing it was all worth it!
{Smile}.
Our Coombs family Christmas Eve went down like this:
The annual tradition of making Gingerbread Houses.
{We made em with friends this year…talk about a sugar rush!}
I’ve learned to ‘let go’ when it comes to decorating these and just let the kids HAVE AT IT!
{So what if it ends up looking like
Willy Wonka’s worst nightmare, right?}
We went over to my parents house for Christmas Eve dinner.
We had our annual re-enactment of Luke 2, read by my dad and acted out by my rambunctious kids.
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| My 16 year old nephew was less than thrilled to play the part of Joseph. |
My mom busted out the ole accordion and the kids were mesmorized.
{She’s quite the player, that mom of mine!}
We played a very intense game of Old Maid.
{A Lamoreaux family favorite!}
And then we headed home and ended the evening by:
Preparing cookies and carrots for Santa and his reindeer,
Leaving Santa’s magic key outside by our front door so he could come in…
{there’s no such thing as chimneys in most of AZ}
Tucking the kidlets into bed to dream of sweet sugarplums,
and last but not least…..
Joe and I watching our traditional “A Christmas Story” while making sure everything for morningtime was just. perfect!
{Everytime I watch that movie, I hear a new line that makes me laugh. And I’ve seen that movie probably close to 500 times in my lifetime.}
Wonderful! I'm going to copy your gingerbread house tradition next year. Also, how did I not know your mother plays the accordion?! That's awesome!