That was us, post-early-church, pre-early-gift-opening-madness. I'm happy to report that if tomorrow's haul is anything like tonight's for the young man, it's going to be CRAZY. The good news is that we're all having equal amounts of fun with the stomp rocket and the dart board. The better news is that our brilliant plan is working. Kids in bed, movie coming courtesy of pay-per-view and coffee brewing to accompany the Bailey's. And I should still be in bed at a reasonable hour.
I hope your Christmas is as lovely to you as mine is to me and that you, too, are struck by the glory of the season and the true meaning of it all. Merry Christmas!