Elizabeth flies back to New York for Christmas every year on the morning of Christmas Eve. The last three years we have celebrated with my family on the night of the 23rd by going out for dinner. But the last two years - Robin's BBQ and Gale's - were not enjoyable. At both meals we were shoved into the corner of the restaurant and service was not good. (The restaurants were absolutely packed both nights.) So this year when my mom asked if we wanted to go out for dinner I said "No chance. I'll make dinner."
All of the stockings were hung by the fire. Dad, Mom, Brother, Me, Elizabeth, Joey, Shayla.
Not surprisingly, the tri-tip was wonderful as well.
I also made the honey mustard sauce that my mom and Elizabeth love.
Between the start of dinner and the end, my mom's Christmas present from my dad arrived via UPS: a Canon Rebel T3i. Did I beg her to open it so I could take a picture of the funfetti cake with it? You know that I did.