Somewhere after 5:30 this morning, two little boys got the four adults in this rollicking household going downstairs to see what Santa had brought and to empty Christmas stockings. As Christian emptied his stocking of nuts, an orange, and a bit of candy, he grinned and said, "I guess I been good." After all, there was no charcoal in his stocking. Then he said, "I always wanted one, a juicy orange." Christmas is for kids, both young and old.
Then the boys looked at the plate that they had left for Santa and his reindeer. They had a big discussion on whether Santa needed eight or nine carrots, since the results depended upon whether Rudolph was helping to guide the sleigh. I think that ten was the final result, with one extra for Santa, and there were bits of carrots left from the feeding reindeer, and, best of all, the two pieces of chocolate were left by Santa, since he had eaten too much and was going to head for the South Beach diet this week.
After a lengthy session of opening presents, the boys left to play with their sleeping bags, back packs, and, best of all, the flashlights. Most of the clothes and fancy toys were left to later exploration.
We even managed to interrupt the festivities with breakfast, including date/cherry cake, scrambled eggs, and orange juice from blood oranges, reminiscent of our visit to Sicily, when the four adults had a great time and particularly enjoyed fresh squeezed blood orange juice.
So now the excitement has waned, reindeer are back at the North Pole, and Santa has headed to Florida. Merry Christmas to all and good night.
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