That is a picture from our Christmas Eve celebration at Lily's house.
No. Not really. It looked more like this.
And so much more.
I'm exhausted. It was precious.
We ate party foods and we drank festive beverages and there were at least forty-five thousand children running around eating sugar straight from the sugar bowl. Well, okay. They might as well have been. Maggie gave August a bite of her chocolate coated pretzel rod and he chewed it thoughtfully and said, "Me chocolate?" And yes, he got his own chocolate covered pretzel. With sprinkles.
And now I have to go to bed so that Santa can come. May and I told Gibson that Santa won't come if there are any children awake. And he said, "OH! COME ON!"
May visions of sugar plums dance in your head. Or whatever makes you smile in your sleep.