We opened stockings, ate a yummy breakfast casserole that I made the night before (while Mike spent four hours putting together Merrit's Play-Mobil castle), opened our presents, and drank waaay too much coffee (well, just Mike and I...no coffee for kiddos!).
Best of all, we stayed in our PJs 'til noon!
Santa's little helpers.
The castle that Mike put together last night. Very cool!
Thanks, Dad, for the Leap Pad game.
Ollie and his dad, the Flake. (Mike has worn this T-shirt on Christmas morning for the past few years.)
Our Own Little Grinch
Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot, but the Grinch, who lived just north of Whoville, did not. The Grinch hated Christmas - the whole Christmas season. Oh, please don't ask why, no one quite knows the reason. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. Or maybe his head wasn't screwed on just right. But I think that the most likely reason of all may have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
I must stop this whole thing! Why, for fifty-three years I've put up with it now. I must stop Christmas from coming... but how?
One thing I can't stand is the noise, noise, noise, noise!
He puzzled and puzzled till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before! Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas... perhaps... means a little bit more!
And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day.
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