Christmas Eve morning starts at the Rosauers parking lot at 9 am. We caravan with the cousins out to Viola and do some more gift-unwrapping and once we are completely crowded in with toys and ribbon and wrapping paper, we get out brunch. It's always the same and always huge!
The kids still have gifts to open from the cousins, and then the run off and tear the place up.
We party ourselves out there, and then every one of us heads straight to bed for a long Christmas nap. . .then dress up and off to the Christmas Eve service. Which I love! It's reading the Christmas story and singing all the Christmas tunes, including Joy To The World, which Ben has been polishing up all year. There is nothing like little kids' voices lifting up Christmas hymns at the top of their lungs.
Then we head over to the Casebolt clan, and everyone is there! We have more amazing food and play the newlywed game, which Joe and I won yet again! Yahoo! Josh and Shawna are quickly catching up with us, so we might actually have to study next year :) More cousins, more champagne.
. . .and wine and chocolate, of course!
Eventually, Joe and I head home, tuck our little cherubs in to bed with stern Christmas warnings to stay put until the Christmas music plays the next morning. And then we set to work. . .moving furniture out of the way so all the gifts can fit. God has blessed us, and I love showing the kids how much.
Alas, the sleds are yet unused. . .no white Christmas (or even December) this year. . .
Does anyone ever sleep Christmas Eve?