On Christmas Eve, we went to church with Sean's family and my mom and then came home and spent the afternoon eating hors d'eouvres (I can't spell that, I know) and celebrating the Holiday. Later that night, we opened 1 sibling present by the fire, and most of us opened our stockings mainly out of impatience. Sean and I scored fire pit essentials from Nick and Lyndsey in the form of marshmallow sticks and hot dog roasters, and a date night gift card from Jake. And our stockings were pretty great too. And since I like to take pictures of food...
Marcy's pigs in a blanket
Gram's cookies
My cream cheese ball
Mom's shrimp cocktail
Nicholas opening his drive-time sermons to help with improving himself
Part of Nick and Lyndsey's new living room painting
And Mr. Jake Crandall opening his sand volleyball
In the morning, we got up and started the process of going around opening presents one at a time until I had to go to work at 10. So I had a cinnamon roll (a Crandall tradition that I had heard a TON about, and it WAS a good cinnamon roll), dared Sean to open his presents without me, and went to the hospital. Thus, when I came home, our stacks were sitting by the fire-less fireplace ready to be opened. So after restoring the Christmas spirit in my house by turning the fire back on, and reinstating the Christmas music, we started working on the presents. There's two sides to this. The first being that I was sad that I didn't get to see what everyone got and I missed the circle one-at-a-time thing. And the other, which is the side that I'm focusing on, that everyone just had to sit there and watch Sean and me open our presents by ourselves since they were all done.
So everyone's happy and hopefully still remembers the reason for the season. On the 26th, we went to my mom's house to celebrate with Jensen, Laura, my cousin, his girlfriend, my aunt and uncle, and my grandparents. Everyone left there happy as well, and we headed to Charlotte via Atlanta to see the rest of Sean's family. Merry Christmas everyone!