On Christmas Eve oue family tradition is to have a fire in the fire place (even it's 80 degrees!:)), eat pumpkin pie and listen to Dad read the account of Jesus' birth from Luke 2 while acting it out with our nativity scene. We always look forward to it.
Iv and Drew.
No, I didn't eat two bowls of pumpkin pie! We were laughing about something at the moment.
Dad reading the first Christmas account.Drew...Mr. Photogenic. :)
Some of them had just gone grocery shopping,etc so this was out. Alanna thought it would make a nice stepping stool.:)
Later that night this is how we found her asleep. She had an attitude about the sweater earlier that morning when she had to put it on but then she decided she liked it. That's how it goes. :)