We were woke up this morning at 6:02 a.m. by our youngest who announced that it was time to open gifts. I was in such a sound sleep that I had no idea where I was, much less that it was Christmas morning. “Go take a shower” we told him. He already did. “Call your grandparents to come over” he did that already too. Poor Obby & Poppy, they evidently got awakened before us. Last straw – go wake up Tyler. Tyler can’t be pulled from bed on the first try with a crowbar. But there is something about the magic of Christmas, soon little or in this case, not so little feet, stampeded down the stairs.

When it was finally light out, we were treated to a sparkling Christmas morning. Something magical in the form of ice or snow fell last evening and it turned an already white Christmas into a magical winter wonderland.

These are some of the pictures we took outside the house this morning. Merry Christmas!