The
Big Day!
Kieran and Tory, up before
the crack of dawn and waiting patiently for stockings. Sam checks
out the pile. The kitties were relegated to the basement the night
before, after too fervent a frolic a few too many times after
the loot was in place.
Tory digs into her
stocking with relish. We let she and Kieran open theirs while
we enjoyed a coffee and let Marlon and Angus sleep in just a little
bit before getting them up.
Still sleep-addled
and groggy, the eldest, Angus, requests his own java.
Kieran displays his
stocking loot. Each extraction was followed by an "All right!"
Tory helps Marlon navigate
his stocking.
Angus wakes up a bit
and starts to pilfer his stocking
Yay, I have everything
I wanted!
Marlon and his nifty
Hot Wheels carrying case.
Angus doing his best
Austin Powers impression. "Groovy Buy-bee!"
Wearing his new "beatnick
turtleneck" he requested.
And his favorite gift...
an electric guitar from Dad!
Striking the classic
rock star pose at Dad's request. "No, throw your head back
FURTHER!" yells Miles, and he oughtta know.
One tuckered kitty
after all the paper chasing.
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