When I was little almost every Sunday my dad would make Divinity. Sugar, more sugar, and whipped egg whites. If I do it right it is a sumptuous light airy melt in your mouth that is for lack of a better word divine. Needless to say I didn't boil the syrup long enough and it didn't turn out. It was an oooey gooey tasty treat. So before I dump my failure down the sink I gave the kids each a spoon and let them go at it. MMmmm...
My pretty ballerinas. I bought the girls dance outfits mostly just for me. Allison had been pretending to be a ballerina since we watched "The Nutcracker" during Christmas so I wanted to get some for her and I thought I would get some for all of them just because. But I would have never guessed how beautiful a ballerina outfit would make a girl feel. They were such a huge hit I think I am going to pick up a few more outfits. I bought them maybe a week ago and every day after school after everything else is finished they don't ask to play the x-box or watch tv, they ask to put on their ballerina outfits and they flit around the house and feel lovely. A few dollars is not to much for my girls to feel beautiful.
I guess they all went to sleep, because in the morning their stockings were full.
There were presents around the tree that had been bare the night before a couple of scooters, a little bike, remote control cars, barbies, necklaces, earrings, Lego's, and an art easel for out little artist.
Of course, Santa left pretty Christmas dresses for my princesses. (the boys got dress pants and sweaters) 
Christmas Eve we went to Nana and Grandpa's for our annual Bethlehem supper. We sit cross legged on the floor and our meal consists of fish, olives, grapes, flat bread, dates, raisins, cucumbers, hummus, and honey. All eaten with our fingers. The idea is to try and pull away from Santa and focus on Christ to get the kids to think about what life might have been like in Christ's time. 
The kids dressed in robes or had a scarf tied around their head. It is always a really successful evening despite the "weird" food and the nontraditional accommodations.
Kinsey was an angel in the Nativity that the grand kids put on. 
When we got home the kids got to open their one gift that we open on Christmas Eve... their Christmas pajamas. We then read our last Christmas story of the year while drinking hot coccoa with marshmallows, made sure that cookies were set out for Santa and then we went to sleep probably quicker than we ever go to sleep. Because of course, Santa doesn't come while babies are still awake.
