It happened again. That point where we have reached the end of our Advent road (Christmas Eve) and somehow we still have major traditions to keep traditionalizing.
On December 23rd we were looking a packed night:
The Minivan Express!
Mark did some fancy hole-punching a-la Polar Express.
We were loaded up and the cocoa and popcorn was distributed....Everly opted for a warmish sippy-cup cocoa, rather than suffer 2nd degree burns.
We went to do our sneaky Secret Santa drop off. Street signs and faces are not pictured.
To protect the innocent and unsuspecting.
Also I would like to take the opportunity to put in a quick vote for me always being the getaway driver. The kind that stays in the van with my feet next to the heater vent.
With all other tasks completed, we came home to our annual Shepherd's Night. Everly didn't participate...she had a full night of making sure I didn't get any sleep ahead of her. It's taxing work.
And we are now all caught up with our memory making and general hooliganism. We are ready to wake up in the morning and realize that Christmas Eve doesn't really start until the evening. So....that's always a little bit of a shock.
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