My favorite day of the year is Christmas Eve. It has always been a sweet, peaceful, magical time for me. Ever since I can remember, we would get together with Aunt Barb and Uncle Ray and Wendy, Michael & Brenda. When we were very young, we would go to the Christmas Eve service at the Episcopal church in Palmyra. Sometimes the kids would be performing, other times we would just listen to the service, counting the minutes until it was over and we could get back home to the party. After church we would go home and eat ourselves into oblivion and exchange the gifts between our two families. Brenda, Wendy and I would make white chocolate covered pretzels, and stuffed mushrooms. Then there would be an array of different finger foods and punch, as well as candy and cookies galore. It was my favorite time ever. When we moved to Texas, our traditions had to change a bit. We still had finger foods, but we also added homemade root beer and sitting in the hot tub. Ahhhh Texas.
Christmas Eve














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