It's Christmas Eve Eve. The boys are sleeping on a pallet on our floor. Our small house is overflowing with guests. I finished my holiday shopping and baking just today. I'm not so good at doing Christmas. But tonight, I've adjusted to the crowd in the house, watched my children spend all day playing and basking in the adoration of family other than us, and even managed a dinner date night out with Matt. I'm grateful for this holiday, in all its staying-home-and-hosting peculiarity.