We woke up to a very white Christmas Eve.
So white, in fact, that Nana surprised the kids with a few early gifts fit for such a day.
I honestly can't remember the last time we saw a truly white Christmas.
It was all very magical and wonderful... up until we had to load up the car and drive to Salt Lake City.
Our Honda is not a huge fan of snow.
I hope it gets along well with rain...
The majority of my Christmas Eve was spent in the newsroom, which was not awesome.
But Santa dropped by for a bit, so it wasn't a total bust.
I rushed to Bountiful the moment I was off the clock, where we indulged in the always-wonderful Christmas Eve traditions and festivities with Reece's family.
Each year we seem to add a new little person to the bunch, and each year Christmas is just that much more lovely.
Check out these Christmas kids in their matching jammies...
A beautiful sight.
We trekked our way back down to Lindon and set out our offerings for Santa and his reindeer: pink milk and cookies for the former, carrots and water for the latter.
Lola was very serious about making sure Santa didn't feed the reindeer pink milk, because it hurts their tummies and makes them sad.
We tucked our babies in their beds, split one of Santa's cookies (sorry big guy) and determined that despite all the driving and the working and the exhaustion, this Christmas Eve was the best we've had yet.