Christmas Eve was perfect. We spent the afternoon baking gingerbread cookies and cooking dinner.
Here's our festive little table, complete with Christmas crackers (an English tradition. You pull them open for a small toy, a paper crown, and a Laffy-Taffy quality joke.)
After dinner, we walked into town and attended the Christmas Eve candlelit service at the old church. I loved hearing the Christmas carols echoing through the stone building, flickering in candlelight.
Penny was not so happy to be going to church on a weekday. She cried and wiggled through the service until we slipped out the side door. Meanwhile, Esme ate a blue lollypop and tried to touch everyone's flames. It was a Christmas miracle that no one caught on fire.
After the church, we walked home through the town, dark except for twinkling Christmas lights on houses and in windows. Once home, the girls opened their Christmas jammies. Esme loved her Minnie Mouse ears. Penny looked like a Catholic cardinal in her red cap, and we all laughed at her for it for the rest of the night. We love Penny!
Once the girls were snug in their bed with visions of sugarplums and all that, we attempted to make our first ever fire in the fireplace. Then we watched It's a Wonderful Life and waited for Santa to come. It could not have been more perfect!