Christmas Eve is always a whirlwind of celebration at multiple locations. With family on both sides all living nearby, there are plenty of party options and we usually try to hit all of them. The day started out at my sister Misty's house in Bountiful. We had a great lunch of paninis after which we presented my mom with her Christmas gifts. As usual, I took lots of pictures and came to the realization that I am the only person taking pictures or videos anymore at family gatherings. Why is this? Do people not want pictures/video anymore? Do they rely on me to document things? I do it because I don't want to forget these moments which I'm almost positive I will at some point.
Merry Christmas from the Sharples family!
The Mayfield Family
The Blake Family minus Maddie who is currently serving a mission in Malaga, Spain.
Uncle Mike hanging with the little ones.
The Mayfields teaching Simon about Norad and the ability to track Santa's route around the world.
Grandma with 11 of her 15 grandkids (Quinn couldn't make it that night)
These two cousins lost one of their front teeth on the same day!
Later we moved on to Zach's parents house where we opened Christmas jammies and exchanged cousin gifts.
Simon loved his Battlestar Gallactica jammy shirt chosen by Dad of course.
Jake, Kingston, Simon and Baby Paul (not a baby anymore).
Grandpa built this festive snowman to greet the grandkids as they arrived.
Paul and Vicki with 11 of their 17 grandkids
Back at home, Connor and Emmy got to work wrapping their sibling gifts. Connor was so proud of his wrapping method (a.k.a. an impenetrable forcefield of duct tape) that he even made a YouTube tutorial on how to properly wrap a present for your lady friend. He's quite the online comedian.
Simon was a little nervous about the big man in red coming in our house that he wanted to sleep with Emmy so they somehow made a twin bed work for 2. He claims he didn't sleep all night.
Stockings don't get "hung" at our house without any kind of a mantle to hang on, so they get set out on the couch. We have quite the rag tag mismatched set of stockings. Both Zach's and mine are the original ones from our childhood crocheted by our respective grandma's. And as you can see, there are tentacles coming out of Emmy's for some strange reason.
Santa always leaves his gifts on the piano with very distinctive handwriting so the kids will KNOW that mom and dad wasn't behind it. Simon wouldn't let me just put out Oreos and milk. They had to be freshly made chocolate chip cookies so I started that process at 9:00 p.m. Christmas Eve!
Stocking stuffers and the hardest for Santa to come up with. Simon loved this pokey little guy.
It was a missionary Christmas for Connor. All he asked for was money to be able to entertain his girlfriend for the next 2 weeks (blog post on that to come soon), so we stuck money in every missionary item that we could buy before knowing where he will be serving (i.e. don't know what language or climate he will be in).
Emmy opening the typewriter. Zach had been dangling a carrot on this gift for at least a month so the anticipation was high, as you can tell from Connor's face :)
"NO WAY!"
HAPPY GIRL!












