Christmas Day, 2017

William George was the first to wake on Christmas morning, and Skip heard him start coming down the stairs at 6:03am. Because my mom had spent the night on Christmas Eve, she was able to intercept George and stall him until 7:00am. We had to do our yearly pose a the top of the stairs, and then we did a little riff where I had mom pretend to knock them out of the way to get to the tree first. HA!

Santa had indeed stopped by and been much too generous in leaving behind many things we needed and several things we had wanted.  

Pixie watched on the whole time, remembering when she was the "it" gift sensation three years ago.  

Grandparents were much too generous, as usual.  

Finally, some love was shown to Pixie in the form of an homage.  

We had our traditional brunch, and Gran and Poppa left later in the morning for Atlanta. We tried to restore some order, examine gifts, play with some things and, later, prepare for dinner.  

Christmas, 2017, you were amazing!