Every part of Christmas has it's own little traditions. Certain books read, music played, stockings hung, the beautiful, beautiful Christmas Masses... We can never make a celebration worthy of what God has done for us, but our gratitude makes each part of the great feast especially joyful.
Regina, Dominic, Maria and Lydia waiting to peek into their stockings
Alex is tall so it's hard to find clothes for him, poor guy always receives clothes as part of his gifts now. :)
Cleaning and cooking, with a little fun mixed in. Kevin J. peppered the roast and mixed up the marinade. Peppered beef just seems like a man job. For the first time my pumpkin cheesecake did not crack. (Not that it matters... it tastes the same... but the Christmas dessert ought to look gorgeous ya' know.)
Onc upon a time a Dragon attacked the town of Kariin everyone was scared people ran around with they're hands in the air screaming while the Dragon ate them like ice-cream but a hero came and the Dragon ate him like a cake "Fail" Said the King he went to face the Dragon "bad dragon bad" the dragon started to cry "its okay" the king said then he gave it a bottle and a diaper.
It's our tradition to meet up with uncles, aunts and cousins for the great tree hunt. One thing about a tree farm two weeks before Christmas, you never quite end up with a perfect tree. And it gets cold. But we enjoy the wagon ride, the hike, the snowball fights, the companionship and that nifty machine that shakes the tree is a highlight for any small child. :)
the children are easily distracted from the mission at hand
apparently so are the grown ups
Lydia is getting cold and tired
It is 6 year old Maria's turn to cut the tree. She did it with some help from big brothers.