Christmas Eve

Reading the nativity story.
Daddy did double duty as narrator and Wise man.

Emmy was our Angel. She practiced her lines for weeks. "For Behold..." By the time Christmas Eve came, she said her lines perfectly with no mention of presents or a baby sister.

However, when her lines were done, she decided that she wanted to be Mary. She was pretty bummed when the Angel only talked to the Shepherds and not Baby Jesus so she changed the story up a bit.
She was an adorable Mary. She rocked Baby Jesus for quite awhile.

She placed him in the manger and made sure that all the sheep came to visit him.

Every day since she has asked me if she can play Mary and hold the Baby Jesus. I was good with it until this morning when she made me crawl around on all fours and pretend to be the sheep.
That's why we have stuffed animals kid. Couldn't I at least have been the angel?

Putting out cookies and Pomegranate 7up for Santa. It's Santa's favorite instead of milk, didn't you know? And no, there were no homemade cookies this year. The Elf at the mall told me the Keebler variety were his favorite. Works for me!
The carrots were for the reindeer.

Writing her letter to Santa. She asked for a baby sister and a baby doll. Just so you won't be kept in suspense, she only got one of those things.

Our Christmas pj's

Emmy with her Nana. We both gave each other the same book.

Em with her ornament. This year it was Cinderella's glass slipper from Disneyland.