Tradition were made and old ones stayed. We watched How The Grinch Stole Christmas and had a game of basketball.
We snuggled in with jammies, played many games until it was finally time for bedtime.
The next morning it was up and at'em bright and early. We decided to make 4 dozen cinnamon rolls as a new tradition, once again thanks Pioneer Woman.
After the dough rose it was time for butter and cinnamon. Someone got a little excited when he took a lick of the mixture.
We rolled, we cut, we placed and we wrapped.
And of course we couldn't NOT go see Santa at the Mall. I know we are those crazy people but this year we couldn't get Bridger to stop talking about Santa. When I asked him what he was going to tell Santa he said, "ho ho ho". Those two chatted up a storm while we waited for them to fix the camera. No crying kid. Instead we had a little boy who was upset that he had to leave Santa. What a boy!
So proud of his picture. Look at the difference in just one year.
Needless to say, we missed our bedtime, stayed up far too late and are ready to have a great Christmas Eve today!
Merry Christmas.
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