Trot was awake by 5:30 but we made him lay in the bed with us until Rakes and Ciera woke up at 7. I look like the walking dead at 7; can you imagine what I looked like at 5:30 in the freaking morning?
Ciera cleaned up with a portable DVD player, clothes, movies, and a little piece of her Dad's heart; Ang and I both noticed the magic of Christmas, for the first time, didn't get her this year. Getting old sucks.
Rakes got some video games, books, Indiana Jones and Power Ranger movies, and more stuff I can't remember right now. The little sucker even thanked us for his gifts and told me to tell Santa he said thanks too. I think it's the cough medicine he's on.
Trot, while loaded down with gifts, was more interested in the apples, oranges, Hershey kisses, and Pez Santa left in his stocking. I found a half eaten apple and 5 Kisses wrappers under the computer about 11 o'clock. I guess it's what I get for falling back asleep on the living room floor at around 8 o'clock.
Me and the rugrats, with Trot chomping on yet another apple after all the presents were tore apart. My eyes are now half-way open, which represented significant progress. It was approximately 5 minutes and 27 seconds later that I was sound asleep right there on the floor. I'm guessing by next year I'll just put sunglasses on and pretend I'm awake.
Several hours later, after naps, rest, and quiet time we all gathered at Mom and Dad's to spend some time with my family. After more food, more presents, and more noise than you'll find at the average Metallica concert, we all look remarkably well rested.
Merry Christmas, everybody.
My biggest wish is that you all were as happy today as I was.
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