If there is one night of the year that is the pinnacle for me, one night that I would be happy to live over and over if I could, it's Christmas Eve. The combination of family togetherness, memories of years gone by, the beauty of decorations, the anticipation of what the next day will bring, the winding down as tasks are completed, the peace, the joy, the remembrance of what happened in Bethlehem on a night so long ago, the contagious enthusiasm of children...well, all of those things and more, when put together, make Christmas Eve my favorite night of the year. I love it with all my being.
This year, our Christmas Eve looked like this... :)
Of course, I didn't photograph everything; but I will note here (because I, and maybe I alone, will be interested in the future to know) that, for supper, we had cheddar chowder and rustic herb bread, and it was a perfect choice for a simple Christmas Eve supper.
While the kids were waiting for us all to be ready to gather and watch each of them open one gift, they worked off some energy by doing wheelbarrow races. I don't think it's possible to do wheelbarrow races--either by participating or by spectating--and not laugh. ;-)
Moriah got to go first...
After my parents left, the boys brought down their sleeping bags for their annual camp-out by the Christmas tree.our Advent book...
Tobin and Shav were another story. They kept popping out of bed, looking into the kitchen to see what I was doing, asking questions, chattering to each other, and so forth. I understood completely how they felt, but also knew they needed to get some sleep that night! Eventually they succumbed, and all was quiet.