As a tradition we perform our own rendition of the Nativity on Christmas Eve. Ten years ago it was us kids who half-heartedly dressed up and read the lines. But now the grandkids are old enough to read and the rest of us are very grateful that it is them and not us anymore. We love to watch and listen.
We spent a great week at the Carters just hanging out and loving the flood of family that comes and goes. Then we spent a week at the Hyatts teasing the teenagers and messing up the kitchen. We really loved seeing everybody and especially having someone else cook for us (thanks moms!)
You can see how enthused my siblings are about me taking pictures.

Mary, baby Jesus, Joseph, and a lamb.

Around here they have a hard time believing that Santa comes only on Christmas Eve, because all the gifts are already under the tree!

Christmas Morning!
