The stockings were hung from the chimney with care....

We're ready for you, Santa!

This was the first of what I'm sure will be many years of assembling toys on Christmas Eve silently cursing the fact that Santa's elves went on strike before everything was put together. After reading "A Visit From Saint Nick", we sent Nathan off to bed (with visions of sugarplums, of course) and went to work. It wasn't too bad this year. A trike and a bead toy were put together rather easily without cursing the tech writers who wrote the gibberish they call instructions too much.

The tree is ready and awaiting Christmas morn...