Judging from the excitement level in our home on Friday, Christmas had to be getting close. Very, very close. Hard upon our heels. Drawing very near. Nearly upon us. (You get the picture.)
We were invited back to James and Tiffany's for a Christmas Eve dinner of homemade tamales, Spanish rice and beans. There were enough relatives that they said our family of 6 would blend right in. I counted about 30 people at their house for dinner.
Then it was time to go home. Annie and Maddie went to bed nicely, but the other two were too keyed up for us to think about trying to get them to stay in their beds. I dimmed the lights, and plugged in White Christmas for us all to watch until those eyelids got droopy.