Evee evolutions as Santa's reindeer (a Christmas present for daughter).
Christmas morning the paper and ribbons and bows fly and squeals of delight (mostly me), ring through the house. Then Don makes a colossal breakfast (it always looks like a pack of Piranhas came through) and after eating we... vegetate. Later I'll make spaghetti for our traditional Christmas dinner. This year has felt a little somber. My dad passed away a few months ago. For at least 15 years he came and ate breakfast with us. We were all remembering him with fondness and sadness. He lived a good, long (91) life and I feel truly blessed for having so many years with him.
Now FORWARD-HO to the New Year. Ready or Not (ready), here it comes!