Christmas day at the farm. What a treat!
Now, the way things roll at the farm is probably a little different than the way things roll in other homes on Christmas morning, but we like it. We always have. :o) We like to get up, get dressed, make a cranberry/strawberry smoothie, and Dad makes his pot of coffee, and then we eventually make it into the living room for gift opening, or to the table for Christmas morning breakfast, whichever we decide we want to do first. :o)
Little ones are always up first, regardless of the day of the year, but thankfully somebody else was also up by the time I had them dressed, and so down they went to be occupied by various means until everyone got into gear. Papa set about having Joy help him unload the dishwasher.
He told me she very carefully took out every big plate, carried it all the way around to the cupboard, and repeated the process until they all were put away. :o)
We decided to open stockings before eating, or as Luke and I did, we started eating when we reached the carmel popcorn ball at the bottom of our stockings. :o) The stockings weren't too big of a deal this year... they're just an available tradition for siblings who like to buy little gifts. (namely, me!)
Big grins from Dad, as he opens his hot purple dress shirt and tie from Mum. The plaid scarves you see in many of the pictures were gifts from Lydia, who brought them back from Scotland.