Christmas Eve is far and away my favorite day of the year. Going to church in Moore or Unionville, singing Christmas hymns, the anticipation of the next day. It’s just such a great day.
Christmas Eve in Moore: when in Moore we watch The Santa Clause and City Slickers and eat our traditional Long John Silvers meal before going to late night church and seeing the worst interpretive dance in the history of time performed by the same not so good dancer to the same wretched song. And yet, it has become such a part of Christmas that I yearn for if when I am not in Oklahoma for it.
When in Michigan: service at grandmas church with the singing of Morning Star and Maren and I singing our own made up words. Then the after party at Aunt Sandras and Snow, Snow, Snow.
Last year in NYC: Zak, Zaks mom and I Christmased here last year. On the Eve we went to see The Rockettes Christmas Spectacular,
went to briannes favorite place in the city, Top of the Rock,
had the best turkey burgers ever (Zak and I still talk about them) and saw Sweeney Todd at the movies.
We had a great time (do these photos of us and our view finder friend look familiar?)
I mean, come on, Rockettes, turkey burger, movie musical about a murderous barber and the Target Breezeway?! That’s the dream, right?
Here’s wishing you all a Spectacular Best Day of the Year!
And as this is possible beyond the grave blogging, feel free to remember me happily hugging this metal man atop Rockefeller center. I do so love him and it.
