The presents are wrapped and under the tree. (Our tree has a name. Tiggles. It had a little tag on it when Archie bought it. If the tree next year isn't named, I'm gonna call it Augie.) The stockings are stuffed with candy and assorted little goodies. Santa has eaten his cookies and the reindeer enjoyed their carrots and sugar cubes.
My 3 little ones are asleep and snoring. They had tacos for dinner -- they love to assemble food. We made the aforementioned cookies together. We checked Norad's Santa site. They didn't particularly like roasted marshmallows. They liked the idea and sticking the marshmallows into the fire, they just weren't fond of the "burn-y taste." So I got to eat lots of burnt marshmallows. (I will probably not mention "marshmallows" again until next Christmas Eve.)
All is quiet and I'm sure to be awakened early by excited little girls. After the orgy of unwrapping and exclamations of excitement over the gifts, I'll be making brunch. Fortified by mimosas, because champers always makes Christmas much more fun. Then the dinner -- prime rib, broccoli with hollandaise sauce, mashed potatoes and gravy, and Yorkshire pudding. Then pumpkin pie. Don't you wish you were coming over?
But that's all tomorrow. Tonight is relaxed and calm in anticipation. Merry Christmas to all...