Well, it came and went in a whirlwind, like it always does.
Christmas Eve, for us, was spent finishing up some last minute things, delivering goodie plates to all the neighbors, eating dinner at my mom's, then tucking the kids in at home, with the anticipation of Santa's visit.
After Santa came, I got out of bed and snuck out to the living room to take pictures of what he had left.
The Kid woke us up early Christmas morning to tell us Santa had come.
He waited VERY patiently for his sister to wake up.
After my first cup of coffee, I told him he could roust her out of bed.
Stockings were first, then they took turns opening their presents, and helping Baby open hers.
While they played with their new things, The Dad and I opened our presents from each other.
I'm not gonna tell why yet, but I am beyond spoiled.
Like, I must have been really good this year. :o)
You may find a hint or two in this post.
Once we succeeded in trashing the living room, we rounded everyone up and headed to Grammy and Grandpa's, in our jammies, for a big Christmas breakfast and more presents.
And Santa!
For breakfast, we had mimosas, ham, harvest potatoes, applesauce, loaded scrambled eggs, and coffee cake.
After filling our bellies, everyone dug through their stockings and then the five kids took turns opening presents.
Then, the kids were off to play and it was the adults' turn to open.
With a little help, of course.
As always, everyone was spoiled rotten.
We all shoved our faces again and just spent time hangin' out.
T'was a good year.
