Twas The Night Before Christmas...

and all through the house, creatures were stirring leaving crumbs for a little mouse. 

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care.  We said "farewell" to our Elf "until next year. Please come back."

With Uncle in his sweats and I in my jeans had just settled in to build a castle with blocks from Great Granny. 

While visions of mommy danced in his head.

Then all of a sudden Uncle Tyler collapsed when a 6 year old Evan jumped right on his back. 

Ok...that's as far as I can take this poem. If you can even call it a poem, I didn't try very hard to rhyme the end of my stanzas. It started falling apart pretty quick.  Christmas has done a number on my brain.  It's mush.

We had a great Christmas Eve though.  My parents, brother, and grandparents came over for a meal of Texas tortillas (You know, tortillas with the cream cheese mixture rolled up inside.), chili, salad, and cookies.  We opened lots of presents and had fun spending time together.  

Right before bed I snapped a picture of this little guy in his "First Christmas" sleeper.  

I'm not sure where it came from.  It was sitting on the piano bench at church one evening after a choir performance. Whoever gave it to us...thanks.  He looked pretty cute and it was the perfect size.