Merry Christmas Eve

So I LOVE having Prime Rib on Christmas Eve (even though last year was my 1st year to do so) and was ecstatic when a friend of mine invited us over for the eve before Christmas Eve for just that!  I'd been salivating all week long!  Then the night before, Emma woke up covered in vomit.  Quite literally, in fact, I've never seen anything like it.  Horrible mental image coming up!  Old Faithful.  Needless to say (but I will) we had to back out since she has a preemie and we didn't want to be responsible for getting him sick.

Soo....we instead we frosted sugar cookies for Santa, made Q-tip snowflakes, cleaned our rooms, ate chicken enchiladas, opened the customary 1 present, laid out cookies & milk, carrots & water for Santa and the crew, read the Night Before Christmas, Luke 2 and watched the Nativity (Breath of Heaven version) then promptly sent the kiddos to bed.  Where they struggled to sleep because of the anticipation and excitement.  Who can blame them, really?  Who doesn't get excited about someone bringing them the best gifts they could hope for??  No one.  That's who!

Oh and we can't forget the game, "See what tiny little places you can fit into."  (I did NOT play this game.)

 And playing with wrapping paper is a given.

 I'm just gonna say it, "Our girls are beautiful!"

 
 

The girls like to tell jokes they've made up ALL on their own every year to Santa.
Here's this year's addition:
Knock, knock
Who's there?
Apple.
Apple Who?
Purple Apple.
Purple Apple, who?
EAT A PURPLE APPLE!
NOOOOOOOO!

Yep.  Santa likes it a lot and smiles every year! ;)