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It was a merry Christmas.

Our family's Christmas Eve tradition is to get together and eat REALLY good food. Grant and Kelly hosted it this year, and my mom made delicious taquitos and mexican rice. We also had our standard Christmas Eve menu- cheese balls and crackers, seven layer dip, peanut m&m's, and my Gramma's fudge and Wylie Mud (amazing treats that melt in your mouth.) My family is all about good food that makes you fat.

This year my sister-in-law, Kelly, thoughtfully started a new tradition... the kids dressed up and she read Luke 2. Parker was Joseph, Maddy was Mary, Jack was baby Jesus. Cate was the angel, and Max and Charlie were the cutest shepards/wise men I have ever seen. Here's proof that they were all so cute.

Anyway, it was my favorite part of Christmas Eve. Maybe it is because Jack is still my baby, but I was really touched this year thinking about Mary and the emotions she must have been feeling giving birth to the Savior of the World, in a stable. Last year I gave a lesson in Enrichment, and used some of Jeffrey R. Holland's talk "Christmas Doesn't Come From a Store"- I will share it (his talk) in a seperate post, because it deserves it's own space.

So here are some pics from Christmas 2006. I hope yours was as warm and happy as ours was. Love you.

Charlie loves a good dip.










Dad and Jack Jack in his Christmas jammies. It was his best Christmas ever, his first Christmas ever, and his only Christmas ever. What a lucky baby!

Parker, Maddy, and Aunt Abby on Christmas eve.







Max and Charlie playing their guitars... I think they might need some lessons.




Mikey and Stefanie.












My Gramma (or "Nakashima" as Max and Charlie call her) with Jack Jack.

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kellymccaleb said…
i love this post. is mike's hand on stef's boob? :)

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