Since it’s been about a month since Christmas happened, I decided that it is finally time to talk about our actual Christmas. I have no idea what I was thinking just leaving this in my drafts and not getting around to posting it, but whatever.
Our Christmas Eve was actually nice and relaxing — I love spending Christmas Eve at home. There is just something so nice about spending that one night in your own bed. During the day, we went bowling —where I proceeded to beat my loving husband 2 games out of 3 including this gem, where the spread was pretty good.
After the bowling, we debated about going to church. I know, I know, but B and I just aren’t that religious — and we’ve tried a few churches in our area, and they are just not what we’re looking for. So we opted to not go this year. We went home, just in time to see Santa coming down the street in a fire truck! This is no joke — I know the pictures are horrible, but Santa is in this thing — I promise.
Once the excitement of seeing Santa died down, we let it get just a little bit darker and did some Christmas light seeing. It was sort of a bummer — I don’t think quite everyone had gotten into the Christmas spirit. So we went home, and made some food.
On my side of the family, it is tradition to just make appetizers on Christmas Eve, watch Christmas movies, and open presents. We always did this growing up — opened our presents on Christmas Eve, and then on Christmas, we’d have a Santa gift and our stockings. I hope to carry on this tradition when our kid is with us.
After the excitement of presents and shrimp died down, this prego was tired, and it was time for bed. Me, B and the dog all snuggled warm in our bed — sleeping all the way through to Christmas Day.
It was definitely one of my favorite Christmas Eves to date — I’m not sure if it was because Santa rode by our house in a fire truck, or because we knew that next year, we’d be joined by our sweet baby — either way it was a day to be remembered.