MRRY CHRSTMS

In the Mackey household, we like to tease our mom that we have no family traditions, because it seems like we're always in a different house for every holiday, or someone's not home, or we're trying new things. We haven't actually brought it up for a year or two, but it must've cut deep the last time we said it, because this year my mom has prefaced every Christmas activity by saying, "Now, this is a real tradition!"

Here are some of our hot and dangerous Christmas activities:

We always make and decorate my mom's sugar cookies.
We always see the church's Christmas devotional.
I always end up wrapping my brother's gifts for my mom, because she wraps all their others.
We always watch It's A Wonderful Life and Barney's Christmas on Christmas Eve.
We always read Luke 2 and Twas the Night Before Christmas on Christmas Eve.
Once we're tucked in, we're not allowed to go anywhere near the living room until Dad says so.
We always get underwear, a toothbrush, and a M&M's cane in our stockings.
We always have our picture taken in the rush of seeing what Santa brought.
We always eat too much, no matter what we're eating.
We always leave out cookies, but not milk for Santa. I could've sworn my mom told me one year that if Santa needed milk bad enough, he could get it out of the fridge himself because she gave him permission, but she denies this.
We always watch a Christmas musical on Christmas night.
Our mom always tells us to write in our journal about what we're grateful for.
We always think it's the best Christmas ever.

feliz navidad.

for unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given...