Every year since the chips were born, we would get up on Christmas morning, open gifts, grab a really quick bite to eat, and go to my parents house for the rest of the day.
This year was the very first year that we stayed home all day.
Opening gifties was a leisurely affair.
Breakfast was a leisurely affair.
Lunch was a leisurely affair.
Supper was….you know.
I really thought that the chips would not be happy about it at all, but at supper when I asked them was the best part of the day was for them, they all agreed that it was staying home.
Next year, we are staying put.
That means the dishes fairy is going to have to visit again.