We opened stockings basically the instant we walked through the door, to fend off an entire morning of the kids asking when we were going to open stockings.
Geneva was completely flummoxed. Like, this is a lot of people and now a lot of toys are happening. I think her brain shut off for a bit.
But then there was this wind-up nutcracker that sang Jingle Bells.
The brightest side of opening stockings first was that the girls all got matching jammies.
No one has ever cheesed so hard in their life. This one is the framer, obviously.
This one is probably the best, though.
Christmas morning makes you so tired.
And so hungry.
The weather in the afternoon was beautiful.
My sister-in-law brought her Bogey-dog
who Geneva spent like a third of her time an exact two feet away from.
Just checking him out.
Just watching him Bogey.
We were up the next morning, hideously early (as is our time-zoned custom)
but then the reinforcements came and I got to have a nap BEFORE 7AM it was amazing.
The weather was drearier
(Geneva your face is killing me these days)
so we went to the garden center to watch the train.
and thence to the library for...library things.
We had to scamper after naps because we had a dinner date. SUCCESSFUL EARLY PRETEND CHRISTMAS ALL ROUND.