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This year was our first Christmas as a married couple, and first together in two years so I was really excited! We were so busy going into Christmas, it didn't feel like Christmas for a bit. But then we watched Elf together which was so fun! Sammy had never seen it before and I was nervous he wouldn't like it but he did. He was quoting it for days. 

For Christmas Eve we went to Sammy's parents house. We had tamales and watched a Christmas story. It was my first time seeing that movie and I loved it! Which was a relief since that's Sammy's favorite Christmas movie. We also watched Jingle All the Way. Oh boy that was cheesy! 

On Christmas Day we'd planned on getting up at seven, but we slept in until nine. We made it over to my parents about ten. Sammy brought his own Sunny D with him because he needed orange juice with breakfast. 
We had egg mcmuffins and potatoes for breakfast. It was such a fun time with family. We kids played Shindig machine which was hilarious. Then we watched the nine lives of Christmas, a cheesy Christmas movie I actually liked. Then we watched Xmen days of future past which was fun. I loved watching it with my dad because we watched all the originals together. 

The day isn't about the gifts, but I felt so loved at how much thought was put into everything given to us. That really meant a lot. It was so funny, my brother kept asking us over and over if we got a blender when we were married, so he got us one for Christmas. My sister got an  id holder for my bus pass, and my parents got us things we needed like a flashlight, thermometer, and blanket. And frankenberry:) and even though she thought it was super boring, my grandma gave us gift cards to the bookstore. And lucky two dollar bills. Michael remembered a shirt I'd liked at work and gave that to me which was sweet.

Sammy was sweet and got me a beautiful necklace. I got him a hoody, and socks for days. Every morning I would give him a new pair which was so much fun! I loved spoiling him. 

Then the rest of the day was talking and snuggling. 
We ended the night reading the Christmas story in the bible and Book of Mormon. It was a great day full of love:) 

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