Last year, right after Christmas, I read a blog post about someone's favorite memory being how her family would camp out under their Christmas tree one night each year. Ever since, I've been determined to start this tradition with our family too. So Saturday night we dragged mattresses and pillows, blankets and a blow-up bed for Gary and me into the living room and settled in. We made gingerbread cookies, drank hot apple cider and watched Frosty the Snowman before turning the lights out. Miller ended up getting put back into his room (until about 5am when he made it back into our bed) but the rest of us slept in the living room. These photos are terrible but we definitely had fun!