It's Christmas, it's Christmas...

We make the kids 

(and Zoe...what an obedient puppy)

wait at the top of the stairs 

so they can all go down 

and witness the magic that is Christmas

 together.

It's a bit torturous of us 

I know...

Our pictures are very lacking this year. 

See that deathly ill thing lying on the couch in the background?

That would be me.

I got through all the Christmas Eve festivities...

Caroling and the nativity

without a hitch. 

The children were nestled all snug in their beds

and I was finishing up some last minute wrapping.

When out of no where

 I was so rudely ambushed by the Grinch!

Headache, fever, nausea 

set in and I literally thought I was going to die!

I barely made it downstairs to see

the kids open presents Christmas morning.

Then my poor sweet husband 

had to get our kids dressed in their holiday best

 do the girls hair (a feat in itself)

prepare the dish we had to bring

finish wrapping the presents for the cousins

AND

drive up the snowy canyon

 to spend Christmas day with the family...

while I lay huddled on the bathroom floor

What a gem he is!

I think it is safe for me to say,

this was 

THE WORST CHRISTMAS EVER

(for my sickly self)

My kids still thought it was pretty great...