Christmas with my little girl is the absolute best. It's all so magical. I can't even put it into words. I'm finding that with all my excitement for Evangeline to wake up on Christmas morning, I never sleep well on Christmas Eve night. I must have woken up 5 different times (and it wasn't Jed's fault).
Evangeline awoke on Christmas morning to find an elf costume under the tree. Santa came through. She immediately put it on. It was just what she wanted.
We call her Jingles Bow-Bow Elf.
There were more rock related gifts and peppermint sticks in stockings....
Santa didn't forget Jed. He had some Blackhawks and Chicago Bears swag under the tree. Even Santa is determined to turn my son into a sports enthusiast.
Every year I think I'm going to start the tradition of a big special Christmas morning breakfast....it will have to wait until next year. We didn't even have milk or cereal in the house. We settled for toast, eggnog and clementines. Evangeline wasted no time digging in to her rock kit.



Jingles Bow-Bow had a blast doing her new Mad Libs in the car with us on the way to the farm until she got carsick and decided to take a nap.
Cale didn't know what to think about the elf hat. He froze up. He was an expressionless, motionless elf. He sprang back to life the moment the hat was removed.
More delicious food. More gifts. More priceless time with people we love.