We LOVE, thanks to our city police and fire departments, that Santa comes down our street. He and Mrs. Claus bring candy canes for all of the kids and are escorted by police cars and fire trucks, all with their sirens wailing. It really is a little bit magical.
Noah said his favorite was the Snoopy house, but he really did love running from house to house checking out all of the different decorations.
Just a few days before Christmas we gathered at Nana's house to frost sugar cookies, including the ones we'd be leaving out for Santa.
Once again, Luke was a champion frosting eater.
Now that Christmas has passed, I can report that there's some major post Christmas sadness going on from our boys. I can't blame them. This Christmas was one to be remembered: so many fun memories, the music (Luke sings a ridiculously cute 'Mary Did You Know'), events, and presents. It's been fantastic, largely because of two little boys who have been over the top excited about everything. They both literally cried as I packed up our decorations. Noah proclaimed, "Mom, you're ruining Christmas!" and Luke screamed, "No, Mommy! Don't take dat twee down!" That was two days ago, and they're still talking about how they want the decorations back up.