Christmas Morning

Ellie got up early.  Very early.  And Margaret didn't.  So we waited.  Ellie whiled away the hours with intense readings of The Runaway Bunny, and we discussed the problems of mothers who refuse to cut apron strings.  I suggested that Ellie, in the wee hours of the morning, could do with a little less maternal involvement -- perhaps she would like to turn herself into a sofa cushion and sit on the couch? -- but she seemed certain that she wanted me there.  I put forward the proposition that this was logically inconsistent with her choice of reading material, but she said "I want Mommy," and I was rolled up, horse, foot, and artillery.

Anyway, Margaret eventually woke up.

 Eventually.

And was all agog to open presents.  So we did.  As a group.  Luckily, Ellie doesn't mind the help.

Though she is pretty sure that she still gets the present at the end.

They also received Nana sweaters.

And Ellie did her best to look like her baby doll.

But a good time was had by all.  And so Merry Christmas to you, all my readers, even if it is a bit late.  You know, like a little over a month.  Perhaps we're just early for next year.