It wasnt really THAT long ago that the #10littlefeet woke up earlier than duck hunters headed to their blinds on Christmas morning. This morning, as I sit here sipping coffee out of D's Prague Starbucks mug, all those beautiful predawn memories are dancing like sugar plums in my head. Bed heads, frumpy Christmas pajamas, where sleepy, puffy eyes meet unbridled anticipation. What a treasury of holiday flashbacks. Of course, this peaceful, hushed moment, with just the whisper of hymns caroling across the room, ain't bad either. It will be loud enough later. Whether yours is reticent or raucous, we wish you a very merry Christmas.
