Christmas Day

Santa spoiled us.   Rob and I were once again up first this year, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the rest of the family, while they dozed to the unseemly hour of 6 am.  Grandma and Grandpa were next, followed by Quinn and Colby, and finally... Reagan.  Reagan, whose bedroom door is six inches from the Christmas tree.  The same little girl who insisted that she sleep with the door open to catch Santa in the act, somehow slept through the ENTIRE rest of the family getting up before her, and gathering not so quietly right outside her door.  Silly girl!!

  Floor?  What floor?

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Christmas day bonfire of Christmas Tree #1.  It went up in a blast, and was gone 30 seconds later.