Mr. Claus came to the house last night...and boy did he deliver. The stockings were stuffed, and the presents were left under the tree with care.
Sleeping in on holiday, although seemingly a grand idea, was not going to happen. I rudely awoke at 6am by our spoiled little brat, our morkie Pip, jumping on my head. I swear she's worse than a toddler.
The morning was perfectly lazy - brewed some coffee, ate some marble cake, opened our gifts, played with the dogs, visited the folks for a few hours and returned home to relax and eat some chocolate. It's a great day to kick back and do nothing.
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