Late last night, I had the kitty stocking (for Abi) stuffed with catnipped
toys hanging on the door handle. This morning, said stocking was strewn
helter skelter by my two nipheads. The boy is asleep innocently perched in
his fastly becoming normal spot. I guess Santa Claws came early for some.

Tonight, my daughter is racing around the living area (1000 square feet of
tiled floor, mostly open) in her rollerblades from Grampy (my dad) wearing
her fairytale dress from Santa (the one that came on time).  We actually
found it in FAO Swartz at Vegas a few weeks ago, a cute cute outfit that she
seems to really like. There's nothing cuter than watching a six year old
laying crossways across her bed playing video games with yards of tulle
shoved up around her butt, rollerbladed legs dangling, play a video game.

Oh... and that child can kick a.s on the air hockey game. Adam (Cammie's
kidlet) had an air hockey table from Santa. I played tooth and nail with
Abi, didn't give her any handicap and she still beat me 10 to 2.

Grace