Well, as we walked into church last night I realized that I had fallen short of some of my Christmas hopes... For decorating, for doing, for giving, for making. But before we let Ever open one of her presents at bedtime ("I moose have a hug" PJ's that she picked out herself), we asked her why we celebrate Christmas. She answered, "Because it's Jesus' birthday."
Mission accomplished. The only one that's really important anyway.
Merry Christmas -- xoxo