Merry Christmas, Wifers!

It is 9:37 a.m. in Wiferville. 

The presents have been opened, the cinnamon rolls eaten, the stockings unstuffed, the first pot of coffee gone.  CH and I went to bed at 1 a.m. and were awakened at just before 6 a.m. 

The sounds of warfare are drifing in from the living room, where The Son is playing his new XBox, which I made the Best Buy guy promise me would not turn him into a serial killer, or worse, live jobless and girlfriendless in my basement forever. 

Oldest Daughter is strumming on her electric guitar, wearing her zebra print Snuggie, presumably planning her escape on the road with her band.  Only then will we regret making her unload the dishwasher last night.  There is so much injustice in the world.

Youngest Daughter is ignoring her plethora of gifts so she can shove an alien whose eyes pop out of it's head into Oldest Daughter's face, because annoying your sister is SOOOO much more fun than any gift off of the shelf at Target. 

George the Superpet is partaking in his Annual One-Hour Destruction of a Toy, because no one can make a durable toy for dogs over 50 pounds.

Current Husband?  He is sleeping on the couch with a stuffed puppy.  Not sure if a child put it there, or if he brought it to the couch with him.  There is well over 6 inches of snow outside, and we are cozy and snug in the house, surrounded by coffee, cookies, and leftovers, and we have no where to go today.

And this?  This is EXACTLY what I wanted for Christmas.

I hope all of your wishes came true, and there is peace and joy in your lives today.

Merry Christmas!