Merry Christmas!

JT went to sleep in a nervous state last night.  Though the NORAD folks assured him that Santa was still handling his responsibilities in South America, a local radio station had announced that Santa had been seen in the New Jersey sky.  He felt that safety demanded we all take to our beds and let the man in red have as much time as he needed.  My announcement that I intended to stay up and watch some of A Christmas Story on TNT was greeted with healthy skepticism.  If Santa passed our house by, it was ON ME.

But he needn't have worried, as Santa did stop by sometime after midnight.  This morning, we came downstairs to witness Santa's largesse.

Then we opened our presents and spoke with Grandma and Grandpa, the source of the box of 661 baseball cards that currently litters the living room.

He's very happy with his new Major League Baseball wardrobe.

The Medieval weapons stand is staying open on Christmas; when you think about it, Barbarian invaders are never really on holiday.

And the cats were also good enough to warrant a little treat from Santa.

Later today, we'll enjoy Christmas supper with the R-K family.  We've the makings of a very happy holiday and hope the same is true for all of you.

Merry Christmas!