Christmas Eve began with Buddy, our elf, bidding Em adieu. Despite my annoyance with the AEF, our family certainly enjoyed Buddy's little shenanigans. Admittedly, I got a little sad setting him up for his last day, but I think it was a sweet good-bye. (Em did, too, for what it's worth, and she's even inquired about his whereabouts a few time since his departure.)
That night after we got our protesting kid to bed -- seriously, Santa was thiiiiis close to leaving coal in her stocking based on that evening alone -- Santa stopped by, with a buttload of gifts from Senior Santas (my in-laws), too.
The evening I wrapped this Rapunzel doll shortly after I'd seen this one at Chelsey's daughter's party.
Em didn't care, though.
She was happy to rip everything open.
Her one gift request this year was a penguin, but she went back and forth between asking for a BIG penguin and a tiny penguin, so Santa brought her both.
Santa also brought her two play dwellings, which she can't get enough of.
She's also addicted to her new Don't Break The Ice game, or as Em calls it, the "bam-bam-bam game!" She also managed to kick every adults' butt in the game.
And even when she "lost," she exclaimed, "WE WON!"
Brent was extra apologetic, and my brother-in-law even tasted and complimented the burnt crust that Brent had scraped off. Despite the drama, I think the dinner went well. I could've slapped some McNuggets on a plate with a side of ketchup and it would've still been great just because we were sharing it with our family.
Em might've enjoyed it a little more with McNuggest, actually, but we'll just say it was a case of exhausted-after-so-many-gifts-eeee-I-love-Christmas-so-much-itis.
Lest you think we forgot about the Hanukkah celebrations, here are three generations lighting the menorah. Em was particularly enamored by her grandfather's prayer skills.
Hope you all had a great holiday!