Minivan Express

We made what may be my favorite Christmas memory last night. I shamelessly stole the idea from Pinterest, and I hope it will become a tradition now.

 

It all started with these tickets:

 Yep, we converted our van into the Minivan Express. We sent the kids upstairs to take care of their critters after dinner, and they came back down to find containers of Christmas popcorn, hot cocoa, and these tickets waiting on the coffee table. The squeals were hysterical, and we were loudly proclaimed, "the best parents ever!" as they bounced around the living room. I've never seen two kids get into pajamas so quickly:

 Daddy was the best conductor:

In case you are wondering, a hole on the right means "imagine" and a hole on the left means "believe." Punching the whole word is for Tom Hanks.

We loaded into the van and spent the next hour or so driving around town looking at Christmas lights. Issa snapped pictures, and we oohed and aahed appropriately. The kids giggled and chatted, and we got to just enjoy a little Christmas magic...and that is my very favorite kind of magic.