Christmas morning is, without doubt, my favorite three hours of the year.
Baked French Toast
Divine Hot Chocolate
Tickling Tiny Toes
The anticipation of what's inside
The delight when it's just what they hoped for
The excitement of playing for hours with their new toys
The silliness when they eat all their stocking candy in one sitting
The pride and amazement when they don't need Dad's help
to assemble 492 pieces in record time
The canned smiles because mom won't put the camera away
Yep, it's three hours where we just delight in being together. Love that.