The annual attack of the Clauses has left our homes and sentences in a shambles! There are papers, ribbons and bows strewn about everywhere as though a whirlwind came in the front door and did its best to unwrap every present before exiting the back door. But there you have it. And if you see any garbled sentence structures in this blog, you can just blame those horrible Clauses for that, too.
Jase and Q attempt to unwrap a gift in the morning version of Christmas which takes place in the living room of our house.
Hero is really involved in the new book and begins to howl like a coyote as she and her dad read a pop up book that adds it's own sounds of animals, including, of course, coyotes. Frankly, I think that she get's it from her dad although I never noticed this tendency to howl until recently. First it's zombies and now warewolves - you know, the ones that are more interested in howling about the wares they got from Santa. And we tried so hard to raise him right . . .
Hero is enjoying the animal pop up book again, on her own this time. Look at all that stuff POP! (and howl.)
Jase tries on his new socks in preparation for test driving some new shoes he got from Santa or some facsimile of the same.
Then the festival of the trashed house moves to Ben and Jenn's home in Sahuarita where the ravishing of the Christmas gifts begins anew with even more vigor, if you can scarcely imagine it.
Noah is wearing all of the new tool gear he can manage at one time. Opening so many presents in such a short amount of time requires only the best tools and safety equipment. He is now equipped to handle every holiday and have his gifts opened in record time!
Hair! By golly, the musical is back!
Wait! No, it is Rapunzel from the new movie Tangled. And does that girl love her hair!
Em is busy handing out the presents with Ohmawhile the rest of us do the opening. It's a tough life but somebody's got to live it.
As you can see, the Claus Effect has struck with full force here in Sahuarita, as well . . .
. . . and it has even gotten Paul's attention! "Where has all this wrapping paper come from?", he asks with a wink as he drives out of sight, calling, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!".
What a wonderfully eventful day. I think I will do it again - next year, if you don't mind.
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