Before our big evening of excitement with cousins, we had a leisurely day reading in front of the fire, making gingerbread houses, and playing games. I toiled over baking and assembling the houses from scratch. Yeah, that won't be happening again. It was impossible to get the pieces to fit together nicely! Booney was annoyed with that project. But, they turned out cute in the end.
My house is on the left, Kitty is in the middle, and Michael's on the right. We're a pretty classy bunch.
After a delightful day, it was time to head to cousin's house. We enjoyed a delectable meal of soup and homemade bread, a cheese ball I shamelessly devoured, cookies, and Chex Mix I couldn't stop plunking my paws in to. Once our bellies were good and full, it was time for the main event. This wasn't just some willy-nilly piñata thumping. Oh, no...it was a serious event with serious rules. The older kids had to be on their knees and use their non-dominant hand, and the order cascaded from youngest to oldest. Thanks to my cousin reinforcing the piñata with layers of duct tape, it took the kids a fair amount of time to destroy the monster truck. I thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle. There was chaos when the candy and prizes showered to the floor, and Kitty scored a pile of loot equivalent to Halloween.
Once the mob quieted down, we gathered for a reading of Luke 2 and then sat around visiting and enjoying the evening. It was the best way to spend our first Christmas Eve in Tennessee.
And as an added bonus, there was a Stormtrooper in the nativity. My dad augments his nativity with a daily addition of obscure animals. Seeing that soldier cuddling a little lamb made me smile and think of my papa.
It was perfect.
Merry Christmas Eve!
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