Then Nana read us the book, The Littlest Angel. This has been our tradition for as long as I can remember. It is her favorite Christmas story (and mine). Ryan loved it, too and kept interrupting to ask questions throughout the entire story.
Ryan wanted to be a Wiseman. He was excited to carry the gold.
Nana was the Star of Bethlehem.
Rachel was the angel.
Papa was King Herod and Caesar. He was also our narrator. (Yes, that is a Pretty Princess crown).
Chad was a shepherd.
Things went pretty normal at first. But then...
...the sheep decided she needed to ride the "donkey."
Baby Jesus started out as a baby doll.
Then the sheep got tired of donkey riding and decided that she needed to take a nap in the angel's lap (while the angel was trying to say her one and only line, I might add).
After the pageant, we opened presents from each other.
We packed up our wonderful gifts and headed home. Poor Ryan got very sick in the car on the 25 minute drive. He had to take a shower as soon as we got home. Then we were able to put food for the reindeer on the lawn and cookies and milk out for Santa.