This year, we opted for something a little different. We invited local friends with true Santa-believing age kids to our house on Christmas Eve to share in our tradition with us. We expected that most people would already have plans for Christmas Eve, but were excited when we got a good little crowd of revelers to join us. Nearly all of our guests had ties to central New York, so it was funny to hear the stories of snow and bluster and Christmases past when we were having a 60 degree Christmas.
We also spent some time writing letters to Santa, a last ditch effort to ensure positions on the Nice List. Good friends, hot chocolate, spiced cider, and cookies, cookies, cookies. Can't go wrong.
Somehow Matthew managed to sleep through the whole thing.