On Christmas Eve morning the boys and I made Christmas snickerdoodles and “spreads“:
And then we headed over to my parents for dinner and a play the boys and their cousins had prepared.
Their play was about a gingerbread man that got lost on the way to the North Pole. My nephew J was the director and head scriptwriter:
It was pure hilarity. My sister and I used to put on Christmas plays when we were kids, so we LOVED that they did this and came up with it all on their own.