The day after

I'm happy to report Christmas has come and gone. I'm always so happy to see it arrive - and quite content to see it go. We had a lot of laughter (Aidan covered in whipped cream), some tears (an exhausted Owen sobbing "I don't want any more Christmas, Mama") and some surprises (an exquisite scarf from my amazing sister). The lights are still twinkling - I'm not ready to give them up yet - and the music plays on, but now I can sit and eat leftovers, enjoying the fruits of all our labors. Cheers!