I love Christmas Eve. I’ve always loved it more than the actual Christmas Day, and I’m not really sure why other than I think it’s because Christmas Eve was where all the action was growing up. Every Christmas Eve was a flurry of last minute Christmas shopping and wrapping. We always waited endlessly for my dad to get home from work because then we’d go over to my grandmother’s to open presents with her. When I was really young, we waited until Christmas morning to unwrap our presents at the house, but we changed that to opening them Christmas Eve. I’m not even sure how that tradition started. I think it might have had to do with my mom’s work schedule when she got out of nursing school. At any rate, Christmas Eve was always so much fun, and Christmas Day was more subdued.
And one of my favorite all time Christmas songs is Christmas Eve. I love Perry Como’s version the best.
So I’m wishing everyone the best Christmas Eve ever. Tomorrow will be pretty quiet. We usually go to my dad’s but this year we’ve delayed our get together with him and my stepmom until the day after Christmas. So I’ll be cooking. On the menu is a rib roast, a yummy ham, some homemade mac and cheese (I haven’t decided what else yet) Aren’t I so organized?
And as a spendiferous Christmas pressie to myself, UPS is going to deliver a buttload of boxes of books for me today. :hug: