It was a pretty good day. Santa knows what’s up, y’all. There was a game of Poop involved. How could you go wrong with Poop? Dinner was amazing. Maybe not beautiful, but incredibly delicious. We made a turkey roulade with apples, sausage, and cornbread and a side of fried smashed potatoes. Colleen made a kale salad with cranberries and butternut squash that was incredible. Now it’s almost 8:30 and the day is catching up with me. I got about four hours of sleep on account of Christina waking up an hour after I went to bed, just as I was falling asleep. She woke up Pinot and gave him carrots in his crate, which got him worked up. He whined and barked until I finally took him out and dropped him in Christina’s arms as officially her problem. Within 15 minutes, he was running all over the house, barking. Apparently 2:30am is play time. He woke up Robin, and I probably should have just given up then. At some point I must have fallen asleep without realizing it, because I thought I got up to yell at the kids to go the fuck to bed and don’t get up until real, actual morning. They both said that didn’t actually happen, which I guess is good. They were also nice enough to let me sleep an extra 15 minutes after our agreed-upon 7:15am start time. All said and done, a good Christmas. Christmas is morphing for us right now, and it just goes to show that magic flows where it’s needed, in the way it’s needed, and while it’s not always what we expected, it’s still magic.
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