Part of the routine on Christmas morning is for the kids to come one at a time (youngest to oldest) to spy with wonder the tree and the transformation that took place while sugar plums danced in their heads. Jason, still being a rookie, didn't understand what he was supposed to do, and, without an older one ahead of him to show the way, he just did what he thought might be expected. Because I was standing at a distance with the camera, he thought I wanted a posed picture of him. Twice he stopped, without looking at the tree and its bounty, to smile for the camera. It was pretty cute.
Michael, Elizabeth, Haelley, and Brennan came late in the morning. In case I haven't said so - and for the record - grandchildren are pretty amazing creatures! Haelley loves pretty dresses and wears one even if she has a multitude of goose bumps and purple lips. I found (without looking) a magnificent dress at Goodwill. I imagine that it had been a flower girl's dress once. For Haelley, it is a glorious wedding dress.
Brennan was such a boy - and a wonderful one at that! I found this 90's era Tonka dump truck (which is back when they were stoutly made of metal), and Stacey bought him some tractors. That was plenty for him. He loaded up and was on his way to go play. It was such a bummer for him that there were more gifts to open.
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