Christmas Eve was spent up at my parents house. When people say go to your happy place... most people think of themselves on a beach or an exotic destination. I think of my parents house at Christmas. Its the most peaceful, beautiful house tucked into the foothills and completely covered in snow. The wood burning stove is always burning and the Christmas music is always playing. Every nook and cranny holds Christmas magic, from the snow village to the 12' Christmas tree. This year we took Glen's grandparents and mom with us and I was so happy to see my dear sweet grandpa Anderson.
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