Around seve thirty I went down to see if Santa came. Sure enough, the cookies and milk were gone and a there was a pile of presents under the tree. I switched on the tree lights, turned on some music, and called up: "He came! He came!"
Here's our lineup, coming down the stairs.
Here's Beth with the first toy of the morning. A ball that lights up and plays music. Cassie was just thrilled. "Great. More noise."
Here's Eric reverently holding his "101 Dalmatians" DVD.
Here's me ruining a perfectly wonderful wrapping job just to satisfy my holiday avarice. Oh well, it's Christmas.
We're sitting back and playing with our Christmas right now and enjoying some cinnamon roles. We got a little snow falling outside, Eric's new train bridge is ding-dinging non-stop, and Beth's taking a long winter's nap. We hope you're all enjoying your mornings, that you were on Santa's Nice list, and that you all have a very merry Christmas.