This Christmas season that is just concluding has been a wonderful week of spending time with family and being reminded of the birth of our Savior. Christmas Eve was, as always, kicked off at our church Christmas Eve service and then moved to our place where we (mom's side of the family) ate a delicious meal cooked by my own dear mother (I hope some of those culinary skills are transferred to me...either by genetics, diffusion, osmosis, or whatever it takes to keep me and my future family from starving). The festivities ended with a family viewing of the infamous Christmas of 1991, when my uncle came dressed as Santa Claus and the camera captures me making a run for it and my dear little sister bursting into tears. Good times.
The little women and I then proceeded to open the traditional Christmas pajamas, see picture:
Christmas morning brought sister #2 banging on the door at 8:30am (I'm shocked it lasted THAT long!) and all of the excitement of staggering down the hallway towards our presents in birth order; yes, I am last. It was a relaxing morning spent with my favorite people in the world, celebrating the birth of the most important baby of all time... and celebrating the cookware set that will now allow me to cook for myself for the entire month of January!!
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I wish I could have been there for the infamous Christmas of 1991! :) So glad you and your little women had a wonderful California Christmas...what fun new cookware!
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