christmas eve

This year we aaaaalmost made it. Right as Ava was being put to bed she reminded Daddy to tell Santa not to land on the roof. He need to go in the back yard. Last year it kept her up for nearly two hours worrying. She was terrified.

Earlier in the evening, while we were putting out the cookies for Santa, Noah wanted to know if he would share. I told him maybe if you leave him a note and ask if he'll leave you bite.

(carrots are for the reindeer)