It's the day before Christmas and we're ready to celebrate the birth of our Savior.
Presents are wrapped and under the tree.
Baking is done.
Christmas morning casseroles are prepped.
Family festivities commence in just a few hours.
We are excited and joyful. And thankful for so much.
It's been a fun month.
It's not every day that your dad is Santa.
At a Foster City storage unit Holiday Open House.
His throne of lies was inflatable.
Ashlyn: "Let's go see the real Santa. That's just dad."
My Little Pony and waffles under the tree lights.
It just doesn't get more magical.
Holiday baking quality control.
They are tough.
Hope's Second Annual Ladies Ornament Exchange.
These women are so special.
It's my favorite church tradition.
Ashlyn and I shared the story of the birth of Christ at her school.
She replaced baby Jesus with a cat in the paper nativity scene manger.
We have some work to do.
Adressing Christmas cards while the cat lover flashes the neighborhood in her skivies.
Again, work to do.
A surprise guest at Ashlyn's school.
Celebrating the servants that make Sunday mornings happen.
Dave made us put our phones in an empty chip bowl.
Our presence was his present.
"Sailing" to Madagascar.
In a triple horse-drawn carriage.
What happens when mom hides in the bedroom wrapping gifts.
Hope's kids choir during service.
Such sweet little ones.
Singing their hearts out for Jesus.
And as Dave preached yesterday,
He's not the reason for the season.
He's the reason for everything.