That night we did our best to try and talk to the kids about the true meaning of Christmas. I don't know who the genius was (me) that thought it would be a good idea to let Boston act out the nativity with his little people set. Lets just say that when Sloan wanted to be a part of it he wasn't the happiest camper. We ended up reading from Luke in the scriptures and decided that next time we will definitely do things differently.
After that we opened our traditional Christmas Eve Jammies. My Grandma knitted the Grandkids hats. They actually all LOVED them!
I'm still dying over these pictures. We never did get a decent picture of the three of them all lokking. Apparantly we were too busy trying to get a good picture of the kids and forgot to get a pic of the adults. I'm sure the boys weren't too sad.
After jammies we set out cookies and milk for santa and put reindeer food all over the lawn. Uncle Kels read bedtime stories and lights were out.
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