For me, the magic of Christmas crests on Christmas Eve. Most believe that Baby Jesus was born in the middle of the night, so this is when the magic of the Christmas Story is at its zenith. Even in the more secular world off food and presents, anticipation is so pure and simple before it gets mixed with the complications of reality. On Chrsitmas Eve, everyone is thrilled with the potential of what's to come and knows it will be wonderful. No one has had a chance to realize that they burnt the ham or offended their sister by buying her a sweater two sizes too small.
After church on Christmas Eve, Little Tiger, The Milk Belly Princess and I went for a walk to look at Christmas lights while The Mister made dinner. We returned home, the girls took a bath and we sat down to our traditional Christmas Eve feast of pizza with chicken and pasta:
Hmm..leopard print slippers? Must've seemed like a good idea at the time. Anyway, after dinner, the girls helped The Mister make cookies for Santa. In Kevin's family, it is a Costello tradition to put M&Ms on top of Santa's cookies.
I wasn't quite finished with one of the gifts I wanted to give Little Tiger and The Milk Belly Princess, so I had to stay up a little later to finish. That might be an understatement. According to the NORAD Santa Tracker, he was was in the Falkland Islands when the girls went to bed and leaving San Francisco before I turned in for the night. But I really didn't mind. It's part of being a mom to little kids, right? Besides, after everyone else went to bed, I enjoyed sewing and listening to carols in the light of the Christmas tree. All was calm and bright indeed.
It looks a little foggy and blurry, but I don't mind. At 3:00 AM, that's how I felt too.