The Christmas Post

It began late on Christmas Eve, when the season appropriate pjs were put onto heavy sleeping bodies. We stayed late at Bop Bop and BabaJuje's baking cookies and reenacting the nativity.

Then, as promised, Santa Claus came to the Vaisey's (the eaten cookies were proof) and his flying reindeer got him here (the eaten reindeer food was proof). And he did not leave the children wanting.

But we knew he wouldn't.

In fact they might be well on their way to down right spoiled rottenness.

And when the sugar plums ceased their dance, the children were jolted from sleep and made their descend down the stairs into the Christmas lit room.

Santa gifts were found there set up and waiting the screams of children's glee.

Gleeful screams are music to my ears.

Two happy children, two content on-looking parents and one sweet Santa-hatted baby made for a very Merry Christmas.

Then the aftermath was cleaned up we supplemented our stocking chocolate with a hint of real breakfast items and then spent the rest of the day playing and being together, rounding out the evening with a wonderfully delicious Christmas feast prepared by the loving hands of Bop Bop.

The End.

p.s. Esq. popped all balloons immediately following Christmas morning activities so that no babes would be left for unattended gulping. I know it was giving you hives (BabaJuje).