Empty plates, a pile of new packages, a strange note...could it be? The boys gave it a few seconds of thought before tearing into the paper for a ridiculous flood of gifts...
A letter from Santa--check. Some snacks left out--check. Treats for the reindeer--check. And the customary open of a gift--check. Time for bed and no climbing the gate to peek!
No snow, but plenty of holiday cheer as we spent Christmas Eve in Bowmanville visiting Grandma, Grandpa, "Windy", and company. The boys were more interested in the basement treasures than anything else, and Nathaniel had to suffer through a nasty, unprovoked swipe from Mooch. After a too-short day, we were back on the long road to Toronto to prep for Santa's arrival...