the one with Christmas Morning
We always attend midnight mass at St. Joseph Church in Slaton. It's where I was married, where my babies were baptized, had first communion, confirmation. Well, one anyway. Summer was confirmed at St. Elizabeth's. And I remember previous years, staying up way too late having egg nog at the in-laws and just plain being exhausted by the time "Santa arrived". This year? I did my homework and it was pretty darn easy. We did of course, fall asleep on the couch before Santa arrived. Not good. Parent fail. But he came all the same!
Merry Christmas everyone!