It's the holiday season. Sugar cookies are baking. A fire is roaring and your favorite Christmas music is playing.
These and more are traditions we embrace around the holidays. For me, none stand out more than my husband reading 'The Night Before Christmas' by Tasha Tudor. Decades later he still reads to my children and now my grandchildren.
We had a very relaxing time. Christmas Eve was nothing fancy just finger foods, tamales, and lots of games. For the past few years, Travis buys prime rib for our Christmas dinner.
This year Brianna and I requested brisket.
Giselle brought her good friend, Beth and her boyfriend, Philip. Anson and Brooklyn showed up, and last but not least, Aubrey arrived on Christmas Eve.
This year Richie, Chrislynn, and their family spent Christmas with Chrislynn's family in Utah and were greatly missed.
Mom and Dad's bed
will always be the most popular place in our home.
These two make delicious cookies and frosting!
Travis and Aubrey mixed up their pajamas to be funny.
It's around this time in the evening - 11 p.m. or so since my family is mainly filled with night owls. Dick settles into his corner on the couch in the front living room by the fire that him or Anson stoked through the evening.
The book that he reads from is no ordinary book. It's 'The Night Before Christmas' that is about 42 years old according to the copyright date. Dick's mother gave it to us the first year we were married in 1979. That's 38 years ago! Our children sit around him and listen to him as he reads the poem.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL
AND TO ALL A GOODNIGHT!




















































