On Christmas Eve, our dinner started out with a sampler we had ordered from Salumeria Biellese.

We spent the evening in the plesant company of our dear neighbors with a dinner large enough to get us through the rest of the weekend on the leftovers.
Christmas morning I put a Cowboy Christmas Breakfast in to bake (I had put it together the night before), and Greg read the children books while I did the morning dishes and readied our house for the day.

Daisy woke up with a fever, so she was languishing on the other couch listening to the reading. Poor babe.
And then after breakfast, there were the gifts.

Some Handmade By Mommy...

Embroidered pillow with a cozy flannel backing to match his new pajama pants

Tiny felt kitten and a little apron (details to follow soon in a "handmade gift" post)

Felt monkeys for my little monkeys

A calendar Sparky made for us at school

An adorable wall hanging that Max made for us as a Kindergarten project
And hand-drawn pictures a-plenty.


After all of the gifts and the playing with new toys and eating our Christmas Eve leftovers, there was this: Softly glowing tree, darkness fallen outside the windows, tiny bare feet, a favorite book...

Of all of the time and energy and money spent in preparation for this one day, the beauty of a moment like this is the best gift I could ever hope for.
For more pictures of our Christmas, click through to the Flickr set here.