Christmas morning at our house is probably a normal one. Coffee, music, some food that smells wonderful and our family. Despite having homes of their own our boys will usually come on Christmas Eve and spend the night. I know it's because they can't wait to rip into their stockings Santa filled. I tried to explain that there is a new generation of children (grandson) and they now need to be adults, but it didn't work. You would have thought I took their life savings. So Santa came one more year.
We have a dear friend Amy who makes this wonderful toffee candy. She found out how much Steven liked it and one year made him his very own batch. I wrapped it and he opened it and when the boys saw him hugging it to his chest they, being who they are, had to take it away. This picture ensued.