We survived another Christmas.
Dearth was even more excited this year than most. He was in bed by 9pm on Christmas Eve. He was given instructions to not wake us until after 5:30am.
He woke us at 5:37am. We had a good time. The cats all chipped in where they could be the most disruptive.
The highlight of the morning was pulling a joke on Dearth. All the presents, under the tree, were opened. We told Dearth to go out to the car and get another one of his presents out of the trunk. He went outside to get a 36 pack of Brisk (iced tea) with a bow on it. While he was doing that I moved the electric guitar (this is the gift he was hoping to find) on to the chair he had been sitting on. The reaction was priceless. The best part was that I didn't have to carry that heavy 36 pack into the apartment.
I hope you all had a Merry Christmas also.