Next it was on to our home. I made parmesan chicken and garlic smashed potatoes. I played that video, real meaning of Christmas. After wards I had everyone write down what their gift to the Savior would be this coming year. I opened up my envelope from last year and was surprised to see that I had done what I had written down: Attend the Temple once a Month.
Our last stop was Mike and Donna's. Donna had a ridiculous spread of desserts. Blackberry pie, two chocolate tortes, cheesecake, ice cream, and bowls of candy through out the house. Donna talked about the Nativity and who would we want to be that sacred night. I expressed my desire to be an angel in the choir singing His praises. I'm not good at singing at all. I still sing in the choir and have had the spirit testify of Jesus Christ while singing. Brent wanted to be a shephard, Jaren a Wisemen and for some odd reason all the girls wanted to be the baby Jesus.
The very last thing we do is open gifts. We have to do this last. If we did it any sooner we'd lose the kids. It's fun making them wait too. Everyone was generous to our family, again.
Aunt Brooke with Isabel.
Mike with Roman.
That dog LOVES Mike. Probably cuz it's the only time the poor thing gets loads of attention.
Uncle Sean with Hannah.
Kelli and Cory.
Cory, in true Wood fashion, hates taking pictures.
Our Annual picture in front of our tree.
Mike, Donna, Sean and Brooke.
Grace waiting to open the gift that was bigger then her.
Beckham and his 'stach.
He was disappointed to see such a small gift for him. Until he opened it up. The expression on his face was priceless. Brooke and I got a great laugh out of it.
Annika rocking her beanie.