After a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, which very well may become our tradition we commenced the opening of gifts. Sadie pointed out that the waiting part was quite torturous. I know, Sadie, I know.
I think we have one of these photos from the last three years.
Emma receives her very own flip flop necklace.
Can't have Christmas without these!!!!!
(And it has become tradition that they are not mixed up until very late at night.)
Nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.