In the morning, there was untangling and figuring out on the dining room table after the WiiU – or however it is spelled – was opened. Summer was the hero, figuring out how to swap out TV’s and cords and getting everything to work without a word to her grandpa or me of possible Christmas problems. Since Colin had been waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting for this gift, hitches would have been bad.

Shane decided to calmly wait it out under the table – pj legs courtesy of Summer.

I was the only one left at the table following a post-dinner scramble and sat there taking in what I could see from my seat:
A goose hanging in front of me.

Santa sitting in the middle of the table.

Over my shoulder and to the side, Summer’s candy cane tree with the turkey we didn’t have the heart to take down.

My great-grandparents watching from the far living room wall.

A last minute mussed-up Raggedy Ann/Andy wreath.

Then there is Shane on the porch, nestled in clutter and lying on Santa Wubba.