Christmas Morning

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Sophie opened her stocking first, and in it found Sophie Le Giraffe and and an owl puppet from Santa.

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Andy found all his favorite, hard-to-find candy in his stocking.

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Sophie liked the banana runts the best.

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Then came the presents under the tree.

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We tried to give Sophie a present to open.

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But she was insistent “Da Da” open his present from her, first.

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It was a picture of the two of them, for Andy’s new desk (he starts his new job January 5).

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Next came a present from Grandma and Grandpa Uhl.

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A new toy! (Grandma and Grandpa Uhl also gave her some cute winter clothes.)

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And then Sophie opened the night sky from Santa.

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I gave Andy some silly onion glasses so he wouldn’t have to look for the ski goggles every time he makes spaghetti.

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We ate cinnamon rolls and drank coffee from Christmas mugs.

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New pants.

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And a beautiful necklace from The Fig Leaf, my favorite jewelry store.

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I also have a new tea kettle that whistles so I won’t forget about the fact that I’m heating water every time I heat water, and Andy has a new electric blanket to keep him toasty warm these long, winter nights.

“I sometimes think we expect too much of Christmas Day. We try to crowd into it the long arrears of kindliness and humanity of the whole year. As for me, I like to take my Christmas a little at a time, all through the year. And thus I drift along into the holidays—let them overtake me unexpectedly—waking up some find morning and suddenly saying to myself: ‘Why, this is Christmas Day!'” —David Grayson