Christmas Eve part 2

This is a post for me. (As opposed to all the other posts I write?  Never mind.)

Here's what I want to remember from Christmas Eve.

Our kids exchanged their presents to each other.  Mark gave Emma a present then hugged her in his typical exuberant and you'd-better-brace-yourself sort of way.

Braeden wore a tie and suit coat all day.  I don't understand it.  This is the same kid I have to bully into wearing something presentable (aka not shorts and a ratty t shirt) any other day of the year.

He bought Mark a gift.

Mark liked it.

A lot.

It doesn't happen nearly often enough for Mark's taste but sometimes Braeden, the venerable older brother, gets on the floor to play.

I think Emma was off drawing in her new book Mark gave her.

I played something complex and phenomenal on the piano. (Not really.  It was something easy or I wouldn't have been able to play it.)

And Adam took pictures.

We had Chicken Tikka Masala for dinner (why not?) and opened Christmas crackers.  We were all very regal in our paper crowns.

And happy.