Last year I wrote about my family's quirky Christmas tradition, but like I said on Sunday no one was reading my blog last year soooooo were gonna talk about it, k?
It was 31 years ago.
I didn't exist, my brother didn't exist.
It was 1981 and my mom and dad were newly weds and couldn't go home to Virginia for Christmas.
My dad wanted to be sweet, so he decided to take my mom out for a nice Christmas Eve dinner.
There was a problem a teeny-tiny problem. They lived in a teeny-tiny town.
The only restaurant open was Pizza Hut.
And right there in that tiny Missouri town my family's greatest tradition was born; Pizza Hut for Christmas Eve dinner.
|Pizza Hut: Orlando, FL (same hut we ate at when we lived here in 1999)|
EVERY YEAR, literally EVERY year we have gone to Pizza Hut for Christmas Eve Dinner.
No matter what state.
No matter who was sick, 1997 was tough.
No matter the weather; rain, sleet, snow.
No matter what time we have to eat…
|My dress is Gap... and on Sale!|
I love our quirky tradition, I love that our tradition doesn't center around sugar cookies or opening JUST ONE present on christmas eve (blasphemy in my book :) ), but around greasy, cheesy pizza and F-A-M-I-L-Y.
|My precious parents at their 31st Christmas Eve Pizza Hut Dinner!|