Sunday, January 1, 2012

christmas morning confession

every Christmas morning, we three line up on the stairs and wait. mom and dad inspect to see if Santa came. It's actually quite tormenting though. They oooh and aah, threaten to take things before we can see them, and then stand at the bottom of the stairs and ask us if we've been good boys and girls. Sometimes they even ask us our names and ages. In case you were wondering, Lee is 31. Eli is 22. I am 29. we've all been very good this year. And if a picture really is worth a thousand words, then all three of us look like we could use some assistance.

Is Santa really did come, and mom and dad have had enough fun inspecting our treats, then mom will shake the bell as loud as she can. And all hell breaks loose. We three jump up, race into the den and cheer at all the loot. And Christmas will commence.

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