This post is being published a little later than I would have preferred. But, between a holiday salon schedule and planning and preparing for my sisters’ bridal shower next weekend, I am lucky just to have gotten this out today.
It is no lie that Christmas morning is hands down, my favorite part of the year. I look forward to those few hours throughout all the months of the year and sadly enough it’s gone as quickly as it comes. During those morning hours I try my best to soak in as much as I can, make memories with my family, and take a ton of pictures of course!
We spend Christmas Eve at one of my closest friends, Mother’s houses. They have a whole Noche Buena fiesta filled with fantastic food, Christmas games, an Ugly Christmas Sweater competition, and gift giving. I have been going to this party for several years now, and it has become a part of our Christmas traditions.
From here, we go home and go straight to bed awaiting Santa’s arrival and my favorite part of the year! Come morning, we get up early (as we always do) and linger in bed awhile with our three pups. I’ll then get up, make some coffee and turn the tree lights on. We exchange stockings, open up our gifts and get ready to head over to my parent’s house with all the dogs.
Every Christmas my aunt and uncle from Tampa come to stay for the holiday, and they bring their dog, Harper along with them.After Kelci, Jose, and their Boston Terrier, Cali arrives, we pour mimosas to pass around and gather in the family room to open our stockings and exchange Christmas cards. After we finish up in the family room, we migrate to the living room to sit around the tree and open up all the gifts stuffed underneath it. I made a Christmas playlist on Spotify that we listen to while we take pictures, sip on our drinks and unwrap presents.
This year I was completely caught off guard and surprised by my husband with my new bicycle, a Margaritaville Cruiser. I had no idea I was getting a bike, and couldn’t describe it any better than that I felt like a kid on Christmas morning.
Every year my mom sets the dining room table up and cooks a big breakfast consisting of an egg casserole (it switches every year), bacon, sausage, biscuits, and fruit. We sit around the table to say grace and dig into the array of goodness.
After breakfast and cleanup, Glenn and I go home to wait for Hunter to be dropped off with us. We then proceed along to Glenn’s uncle’s house for a late lunch with his grandmother and cousin before we go back to my parent’s house for a HUGE Christmas dinner celebration. Somehow over the years this Christmas dinner has grown from 15 people to almost 40. Hands down to my mom for putting this shin-ding on every year. I could never host something so large.
Every year it’s the same thing, and I wouldn’t change it for the world!