Christmas Morning

Christmas morning is a slow affair. Reading the paper, eating breakfast, waiting for family to arrive - all before even the first gift can be opened. Bob made eggs Benedict with homemade Bearnaise sauce and Noah scanned all the comics - it was well past 11 when we finally moved into the living room and stocking opening. Glee and laughter filled the room as we unpacked bubbles, balloons, wind up cars, candy, and of course the essential note pad to record the gifts in. Tom's immaculate record keeping is being passed down to the next generations.