Snalbert and Possum enjoyed their presents with us. Snicky had hers on the bed, where she was napping. We haven't seen Wendy, but she quietly knocked over the fireplace screen in the middle of the night and helped herself to the sparkly balls in the top of her little stocking. She's having her own private Christmas under the bed.
We opened wonderful presents galore and discovered that we had filled each other's stockings with many pounds of our our favorite kinds of candy: Dove chocolate, Reese's peanut butter cups, truffles... if I want any of my clothes to continue to fit, that candy must hauled to my husband's office. Reluctantly.
We spent a quiet afternoon listening to music and reading (i.e., napping) with Possum curled up on me for his nap. A perfect Christmas in other words.
And we're about to drive to the family for the traditional turkey dinner... Merry Christmas!