As a child, I remember loving the hours after the Christmas gifts had been opening and the paper cleared away. Everyone's gifts would be in a little pile by their stocking, the house quiet as Mom and Dad drank coffee and my brothers and I played with our new toys. When we were little we only had a few of these magical hours since there were grandparents' houses to go to and ham to be eaten. Not at our house. We stayed in our pj's all day, made a turkey dinner (eaten in our pajamas) and played to our hearts content (children and adults).
|I love Josie's expression as she tries to fit in one last Lego.|
|My new running shoes from Santa.|
|Charging the Garmin.|
|Ellie's Barbie – must have been a rough night.|
(She's a tad disheveled, and what's with
the Ken doll, naked in the background?)