Christmas Morning

It was 8 AM when Greg and I awoke.  We were very surprised to have slept in that late.  We knew the excitement of Christmas morning was not far off.  We already knew that Santa had come in the night and left presents under the tree downstairs.  Soon we heard the sound we were anticipating coming from upstairs.  The boys bedroom door flew open and 4 little footsteps pitter pattered their way into the living room.  "Here they come" we thought.

But surprisingly, the footsteps moved towards the kitchen.  We then heard the chairs screeching across the tile... and all was quiet...  For far too long... 

"What are they doing?"  They never do this.  The first thing these kids do on any morning is run downstairs and climb into bed with me.

So Greg got up and built a fire while I went upstairs to see what they were up to...  this is what I found.

"We're just having some breakfast" Zach says

Okay???  All I can say is this is not how my Christmas morning went as a kid.  It was normally about 5 AM when my older brother Jake would come running into my bedroom yelling "Santa came!  Santa came!"  Breakfast was the last thing on our mind.  

I eventually talked them into coming downstairs with me to see what Santa brought.  The boys were delighted to say the least.  We had ourselves a merry little Christmas morning!  

Presents.  A crackling fire.  Snow drifted windows.  And French Toast!