This is the only picture I have of the four of us all dressed up for the Christmas Eve church service.
I think we looked pretty cute.
Aunt Gina loves her some Ethan.
Not sure if the feelings are mutual.
George with his one of too many presents that night.
One by blood and one by marriage.
The people I have been doing Christmas with my entire life.
Love each one of them immensly, and don't know what I would do without them.
I hate when people use that slang word, but it just seemed so appropriate this time.
Papou with the second generation.
They were reading a pop-up version of The Night Before Christmas.
Don't worry, I saved the best for last.
Because I care about you.
And obviously don't care one bit about embarrassing myself.
Christmas Eve was stellar.
My family knows how to do it up right.