As is our tradition, we celebrated Christmas Eve at my Nana and Grandpas with our traditional Italian fare, homemade sauce with pasta, meatballs, veal and a variety of Italian homemade goodies. It is the feast of kings. We laugh. We cry. There is always a whole lot of toasting, followed by big gulps of wine. It is always one of our favorite nights of the year.
Christmas morning dawned nice and early. The boys jumping on our bed, excited to begin the insanity of present opening. The hours of wrapping were quickly done in as we whipped through present after present. And then relaxed at home for a day of pjs, movies and legos (of course legos.) We only managed to change into clothes to head to my Aunt Nancy and Uncle David's house for Christmas dinner. (And if we could have worn our pjs, we would have!)
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