Growing up Christmas Eve was a big holiday all in its own for me. I spent Christmas Eve with my Dad and his side of the family. It was a huge Christmas party with all the trimmings. After dinner we would hear Jingle Bells coming from outside (my Grampa up on the roof banging a leather strap with jingle bells around) we'd run outside... to find Santa. One year there was an airplane in the sky with a red light blinking and I freaked! When we came back inside there was mounds of presents pouring from under neath the Christmas tree because Santa made a special trip early for me because thats when I was there with my Dad and Grandparents and my Dad.
This is a magical memory for me and I remember Christmases at my Grandparents very vividly. After moving to Atlanta we haven't been home for the last 3 years. I was so excited to know be living here and could go to my Gramma's and see my Dad on Christmas Eve. We don't do the Santa thing with our girls but we still had fun and enjoyed our family!
Here is Taylor showing off her snow globe.
Christopher
My Gramma and John
The girls playing with their new fairy toys.
Payton excited about the Princess tent they just got.
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