A book I just read talked about Christmas Eve being the best day of the year. It is the day where things are about to happen.
I agree.
Christmas Eve-ning is spent with family at Grandma’s house.
It wouldn’t feel like Christmas to me anymore without Arby’s sandwiches by candlelight.
And, of course, we have to have a little gingerbread competition which is quite competitive despite the recurring “tie” we have each year.
Then it was time to go home, put out the milk and cookies and stocking, and try to get some sleep. I still wake up about every half hour. Some traditions never die.
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