One of our favorite traditions is exchanging homemade gifts on Christmas Eve. We draw names in November and then get busy creating.
This year Leeli made her brother an organizing center, and painted the drawer faces with chalkboard paint so he could customize the contents.
Rooney made her sister a set of mittens and a matching embellished ear warmer out of felted wool.
Enrique made a custom frame to go around a vintage Beetles poster for a certain blonde Beetles fan;
Mr. Dub granted Enrique's wish by making a giant snickers patty. Sugar rush for days.
Me? I crocheted my little heart out, and let me tell you: quantity is not always quality. Sweet Mesquite was an extremely kind and gracious recipient. Especially considering she got a yarmulke with a hole in it, and an ear band that makes her look like she has a tumor on her head.
Morning Boy was very clever and created a shooting gallery for his big brother.
Mesquite put together a compilation of memories about me. She solicited paragraphs from everyone in the family, including some extended family as well. It was lovely. The kind of lovely that caused me to shed a few tears.
Yonder made a book for his dad.
It was full of wisdom they have shared with each other.
After we opened gifts, we snuggled on the sofas and watched Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed in It's A Wonderful Life.
Traditions and Memories.
It's a wonderful life.