On Christmas morning I made the mistake (I did the same thing last year, too) of saying to Maggie, "Should we go downstairs and see if Santa came?" When I said it, I meant to see if he left you some presents, but Maggie took it to mean that the jolly old elf himself would be chilling on our couch. So, just like last year, we couldn't convince her to leave the bedroom.
We finally got her to come downstairs (clutching Dan the entire time).
The boys got a basketball hoop and IKEA train set. Maggie got a dollhouse (with some help from our friend Denae. Thanks, Nae) and a stick horse which she promptly named Jumanji. Dan got new clothes that he desperately needed and I got some new drinking glasses and 4 new workout DVDs to get me through this blistering cold winter.
Because Christmas is Dan's birthday, too. We of course had a birthday cake and birthday presents. He loves fruitcake so that's what I got him for a birthday cake. Funny thing is, though, his mother made him one as well. Dan insists that you can't have too much fruitcake. I think, though, that you definitely can.
It was a good holiday.