Christmas Eve is usually my favorite part of Christmas.
It is special not only because my amazing Mother-in-Law was in charge of dinner and a beautiful program at her house with all the cousins:
But the aftermath is what really gets me every year.
Don't get me wrong. I LOVE Christmas morning. The air thickens around us as time slows down and we sit around the tree and the fire giving each other part of ourselves to the tune of beautiful Christmas music.
But Christmas Eve is when our kids give gifts to each other. It used to be "treasures" they picked out for each other from the dollar store. But last year we graduated to the "drawing names" thing where they each chose one sibling from a hat to buy for with their own hard-earned money.
And it stuck.
I love that they put a bunch of thought into this and they get SO excited to give to each other.
Grace bought her present for Claire a full few weeks before the big day.
She COULD NOT wait to give it to her.
...she knew exactly how Claire's face would look when she unwrapped her gift. She had pictured it all month, and it turned out just as she thought:
Elle bought Max a hat he'd been dreaming of.She wrapped it in multiple layers of wrapping paper so he wouldn't be able to guess what it was before the big night.
He was so happy that I didn't even care that it looks like a gangster hat to me...you know the kind that need to be worn with multiple gold chains around the neck to add to the bling...
Claire picked out some wing-dingers for Elle...I think those fake eyelashes are going to come in very handy some day:
And Grace...well, she hit the jackpot with a new guitar.
...given by her dear, thoughtful brother Max who couldn't have been more excited to see her unwrap that thing.
Oh I love it all so much.
Of course, the kids got to head upstairs to their visions of sugarplums in their traditional new p.j.s...and Lucy didn't even ruin the pictures like she did last year.
I love Christmas Eve. I love to see kids catch the joy of giving.