First up, Christmas Eve. My family has always had the tradition of making a dinner of appetizers for the Christmas Eve meal and then opening presents that night. There have been spins on this, including a hidden bell that had to be found prior to present opening when we were at my Grandpa and Grandma Dano's house. But this year, all traditions were bucked. Instead of appetizers my sister prepared a most elegant Tofurkey feast for us, and Grannie Elaine insisted that we couldn't open presents that night because Santa wasn't bringing anything for stockings on Christmas day. I will cut Santa some slack this year- only because of the snow. I mean, unless his sled had 4 wheel drive or a large shovel attached to the front of it, then there wasn't anyway he was going to make it through the snow drifts in Nebraska. So Christmas Eve was pretty low-key. We ate, the girls watched The Hangover, and Chris and I settled in for a long winter's nap (seriously, we went to be around 8pm or something ridiculous like that!). But most of all we spent Christmas Eve feeling incredibly lucky that we made it to Nebraska before the blizzard hit and instead of spending the night at the Detroit airport, we were spending the night in a blissfully well-insulated house!
Lizzie shrugs her shoulders when asked if she wants any tofurkey
Who me? No, I'm a carnivore, no tofurkey for me.
The tofurkey feast!