Christmas Eve was fun. As Mason gets bigger, he is able to do more fun "big kid" stuff. Like stay up late. And go with the flow when the usual schedule changes.
I had to work in the church nursery during the Christmas Even service. Which really only means I didn't get the obligatory mom picture of Mason at the candlelight service. Next time.
After church, my family came over to our house for snacks/appetizers. It was super simple. I went a little crazy, and bought poppers. Who does this? It was probably too much money for something that lasts 3 seconds. But, memories. They were also super hero themed, because that goes with Christmas. Basically, I went nuts, but in the end we still had poppers. And the whole point of this ridiculous story is just to introduce the picture, which is us in our crowns. You're welcome. (Sadly our Uncle Matt was working.)
I know to anyone reading this that it probably seems silly, but I really hope that we can continue this sweet little tradition in the future. It was special for us, and that is what matters. Maybe even the poppers, too.