So we crammed in all the pre-holiday festivities into 48hours. Last minute shopping, cooking, baking, wrapping, and we get home and collapse.
I told the kids I had to run to the grocery store for a couple items and the little one pipes up "Don't forget to get stuff for the cake!!!" Huh? Cake? Who is baking a cake?
"Mom, you have to bake a cake for Jesus!" Who does this, and why don't they tell me weeks ago? Don't I get to decide family traditions?
But looking into her great eyes filled with visions of a baby in a manger, I melt and decide to hit up a bakery.
I hope Baby Jesus likes carrot cake.