Merry Christmas!

In spite of the sleepless nights and impossible-to-assemble toys, Christmas turned out pretty good after all. There were some hitches: Pook saw her "big" present on Christmas Eve (Santa had to deliver it early, when help was available, because it was so heavy) and became hysterical, partly because she thought it meant she wouldn't get any other presents, but mostly because she disobeyed her Momma; Uncle Brian, Aunt Cheryl and Jagger weren't able to be at Gramma and Grampa's for our Christmas with them; and I got really lonely for the kiddos during the week they stayed in Oklahoma. But all in all, considering that Daddy is far, far away, it went over pretty well. Most importantly, we spent time with people we love and we took time to do some good deeds and share some love out into the world. And that is, after all, the true meaning of Christmas. Happy Holidays!