By the time we were done there we were half starved and started cruising the streets to find somewhere to eat. After driving all over creation and almost giving up, the warm glow of this restaurant sure welcomed us in.
I don’t know that you could ask for a better Christmas Eve meal 🙂
As the mariachi band surrounded us and got us all singing along, we sipped on our Mexican drinks and inhaled the chips and salsa, I don’t know that the air could have been thicker with love and gratitude and joy.
We drove back to our condo through all kinds of “Alto” (stop) signs that Dave kept missing and singing Christmas carols.
We arrived in time to to take baths (hence the wet hair in the next pictures) and to open our traditional Christmas pajamas and the “piece de resistance” of Christmas Eve as far as I’m concerned:
The kids’ gift exchange (which we always do on Christmas Eve, whether in Mexico or not).
I’ll let the pictures tell the story on these ones (and one video).
Too funny to leave out:
See why I love that so much?
Dave’s traditional reading of “T’was the Night Before Christmas.”
Ready for those visions of sugarplums to dance in their heads.
…even though they knew we had requested Santa give their Christmas stuff to the Mexican children, we figured he’d probably still find us to at least bring a couple little things and add a few things to our stockings.
And we were right 🙂
A Christmas Eve never to be forgotten.