Twas the morning before Christmas when we got a phone call.
"Could you possibly host Christmas Eve, after all?"
With six hours notice, we knew appearances didn't matter.
But we wanted it to be special, so we hurriedly scattered.
Cleaning and dusting, setting tables to our delight.
When all was said and done, we declared it quite a sight!
NaNa, Aunt, Uncle and cousins did come.
It was a lovely evening for everyone.
On Christmas morning, we awoke to Grandpa knocking at our door.
A white Christmas it was... filled with fun and love galore!
A happy birthday to Jesus we did wish.
And eventually cleaned everything up, including Santa's cookie dish!
The best Christmas ever, I'd say!
So many reasons to call it my very favorite day.