What the fa-la-la are we doing?

So, every year since 1994, my dad has dressed us up, taken pictures of us in front of the mantle, marched us to Christmas Eve mass at St. Francis Xavier in Alexandria and then fed us dinner. For the last 12 years, dinner has been at Outback. For the last 13 years, Dad's bestie Mr. Bill joins us for our Christmas Eve festivities.


This year broke tradition a little bit because we went to a different church and my shiny new husband and my feels-so-strange-to-me new name were introduced this year. But, here are the Christmas Eve photos, following the formula for the 14th consecutive year.

This one was taken at the church right before mass. We forgot to do it at home.

We matched--navy suit with a red tie and me in a red dress.

Cydney continues to be traumatized by her sister getting married. During the part of church where we offer each other peace, I turned to give Corey a kiss and Dad turned to give Mom a kiss, and Cydney declared herself the fifth wheel in her own family.