Random last-minute outings, peanut butter cookies for Santa, waiting to hang the stockings after new PJs have been opened, the annual reading of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas…

I do love tradition.  There’s something about knowing these very things will take place each year. Especially after a trying week. There’s a lot of comfort in the ol’ stand-bys for me. Supposedly it builds good things for the children, too.

Merry Christmas blog world.