Day 31

Day 31 - A picture of a tradition you have.

I wish I had a picture of my sisters and me on Christmas morning when we were little girls. Every year, we would load up our station wagon or van (and nowadays its my dad's car) about to head to church for the Christmas Eve service. It never failed, every year, my dad would forget the car keys or my mom would forget her purse, and have to run back inside while we waited in the car. We'd go to church, and come back to the house, preparing for a night of little sleep, as the anticipation of Santa was just too stinkin much for me to handle. It never failed though... every year we would get home, and Santa would have stopped by while we were gone, leaving matching night gowns, or PJs for my sisters and me.

The next morning, Im sure we looked adorable opening our gifts in our matching PJs.

Because their middle daughter (me), hates change, Santa still stops by while we're at church... but our PJs dont typically match eachother's, and they somehow are the exact ones that we told mom we liked. Strange huh?