‘Twas The Night Before Christmas.

And all through the house …

all the creatures were stirring, even the human ones.

Trying as best as they could to do things like cleaning and making food and wrapping presents with anything but care.

Yeah. It’s looking to be a late night here, chez 310.

Nothing like waiting till the last minute. And what are Brother and Maman doing right now, you might be wondering?

Watching It’s A Wonderful Life.

Priorities, people.

I think this has been one of the most low key Christmas Eve’s I’ve ever had. Like ever eva.

I’m usually big on some traditions, like my fave one, the Christmas Eve church service. But that didn’t happen either.

Truth be told {and Santa asks for truth}, I haven’t been feeling so hot today.

And since for the first time ever {eva eva}, I am responsible for Christmas Dinner, I thought to get as much planning and preparations done now.

Of course when I say I’m responsible for The Dinner, we should all know that what I really mean is that I’m like the delegator.

Miss Overseerer.

Hey, everyone needs one.

And we should all be where our fortes lie, right?

Mine happens to be in ordering Brother around, making sure things run smoothly and on time. I do most of the clean up.

In short: I’m the force behind the scenes.

It’s a perfect role for me to take on. In my stilettos.

Speaking of stilettos, Maman and I have yet to finalize Christmas attire. I’m actually thinking, for the first time ever {eva eva} that I’m going to be sporting some jeans wear.

See. If you grew up in anyway similar to me, then you, too, spent many a Christmas’ decked to the nines in your finest.

I’ll have to ask Maman how she accomplished this with not one but three children.

Impressive.

While it’s been a very different sort of Christmas Eve for me, it has, nonetheless, been full of much laughter and fun.

Just look at Benny. He’s proof. This cracks me up. As though he’s saying, “I swear, I haven’t had too many licks of wine.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And the only thing better than having one beater to lick?

Two.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tonight, I hope everyone is nestled snug in their beds.

With many dreams of sugar plums, dancing in your heads.

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