Christmas Eve

For those siblings of mine who didn't bother showing up for Christmas Eve this year, you missed an interesting time. First of all, Grandpa is the one who told the story of Christ's birth.



Connor and Devon actually paid attention because Grandpa quizzed them and said they could only open a present if they passed.


The Smig family on the couch with their new blanket grandma crocheted them.


David with the army guy figurine he gave Devon.


Of course night ended with a game of dominos. As usual, there was throwing of whatever candy was on the table.


Megan as a present. Who wants her?


Present opening has also improved this year with the new 60 second time limit Dad has enforced. He said that if we don't open the present within 60 seconds, we have to wait until our turn comes around again to finish opening it. This might seem like enough time to those of who are not aware of my brother's obnoxious wrapping jobs. Meg and I almost didn't make the limit once or twice.



Highlights from the night:

Me (looking for the double six in dominos): Nic, you don't need to pick up one like us, you already did.
Nicki: Wait, we've been starting with six, not seven, this whole time?


Dad, quizzing Dev and Con: So what does "espoused" mean again?
Devon: Prego!
Dad: That's right, Devon
Us: Wait, what?!

Connor, after checking online with Nicki and Devon and finding out Santa was in New York, ran past the domino table to his sleeping bag repeating "Get to bed, get to bed, get to bed"

This isn't necessarily funny to him, but at around 12:30 Devon came upstairs to Meg and my bed crying, saying that Christmas was going to be ruined because of him because he couldn't fall asleep.