I love when we get to Christmas and the only celebrations left are the immediate family ones which are casual and relaxing. The big gatherings and parties are fun, but I look forward to the quite (okay maybe not that quiet) easy times of celebrating with our little crew.
There was lunch with Pops and Grandma Jayne.
Where, quite obviously, the dress code is blue jeans and rockets are shot to the roof.
There is the chaos of six grandchildren (and dogs who think they are children) and all their surprises with Gammy and Grin.
And waiting for Santa on the fire truck, even if he never comes it is still fun to run around in the yard together (some of us in our new Christmas slippers).
And then the waking on Christmas morning, the joy and excitement through sleepy eyes.
And the building, building and building.
Not so long ago, Santa had to build all the toys before delivery. Now the present is the boys getting to build their Legos. Oh time, how you are flying.
The new train even got a ride on blankie.
And it is just as much fun to watch mommy and daddy open their prizes that have been (mostly) well kept secrets for weeks.
Pretty much my favorite day of the year. Homemade breakfast, staying in PJs, busy children, and being washed over with gratitude.