We made it!
We had lunch and Grammy put the kids to work illustrating the Christmas story.
Meanwhile, she slaved away in the kitchen to put on a full Christmas Eve dinner.
My overall impression is that Grammy sets the bar pretty high. She spends the whole year doing Christmas crossfit. And when the day arrives, she takes it out. Bam. A well executed throat punch. And that’s how it’s done, girls.
The children giving their presentation.
“And this is where the 8 month pregnant Mary rode a donkey for five days to get to Bethlehem. Shockingly, the baby was born that very night.” I feel ya.
Then we opened stockings, where Gideon got things he didn’t like.
Comeon, who doesn’t like Nutella? You big crybaby. Shave that pouty fat lip of yours. 😀