It's amazing how, as a child, Christmas on Sunday is the worst, and how, as an adult, Christmas on Sunday is the best way to commemorate the birth of Jesus Christ.
I loved waking up and opening presents, eating a yummy, filling breakfast, and then getting cleaned up to go to church, before coming home and enjoying more time as a family. Church seemed the perfect way to bring our Christmas celebrations back to what should be our central focus - the birth of our Savior. We all looked so nice that I wanted to get a shot of us and our tree, even if you can only see the heads of our babes and the barest inkling of our tree.
This is still what we looked like this Christmas day.
Merry Christmas world.
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