And Christmas was lovely, as they all should be.
Rosey chose the cookies for Santa. Then, while putting out the plate: 'Mama, I'm choosing all skulls for Santa. He'll think they're jolly.'
Hey wha? Show me.
She's right, though, an upside-down gorilla animal cracker does look like a skull.
The kids oohed and aahed and were very happy with their presents. My living room has now been the scene of many fierce bowling tournaments on the Wii, much new creating with pens and paints and crayons and special papers, and pitched Star Wars battle from an Imperial Clone Trooper with Obi-Won Kenobi's light saber. (Or the alternate but still-cool Bumblebee's arm cannon.)
I've emerged from the holiday chocolate-and-bonhomie coma to realize that
the house is a wreck
there are Christmas decorations everywhere
and they're not going to put themselves away, now are they?