On Christmas Eve, the kids and I made cookies. We left some for Santa, and Porter begged to go to bed, scared that he would be up too late and the big guy would skip our family.
Clearly, Santa also needs a beer by the time he gets to our house.
Bryce and I stayed up in the wee hours assembling a trampoline and a marble run. Also possibly playing Mario Kart tournaments with each other. The kids actually slept the next morning until 8:30, and we all had a lovely Christmas day, just relaxing at home, enjoying new toys and the bit of sunshine that made its way to the Far North.
Cedar was very happy with her gifts of wrapping paper.
We ended the day with a venison pot roast, and a completely over-indulgent chocolate pie.
Life is truly wonderful. Merry Christmas.