Was certainly a different feel this year without my little brothers and their families with us on Christmas Eve, but we made do.
Pretty much the same old thing as every other year--everyone required to dress in their Sunday best (well of course except for Drew...and Joshua...it was NOT worth the battle!)
trifle tradition in all of its anticipation was as always, one of the highlights of the evening.
Which left the rest of us not feel quite as obligated to finish our dessert portion. Well except for Luke, I think he was convinced their may be a second quarter hidden somewhere for his winning. (Of course there wasn't.)
(and darn it--my mom was taking those photos with her camera not mine!)
Grandpa usually gets the job of tracking Santa on NORAD with the children while the clean-up is done swiftly.
Merry Christmas Eve!!