Our blessed Christmas

We went to bed with a note wishing Santa the best. And then Santa was almost caught when the child got up an hour later complaining of a nightmare. Ooops!

But it all turned out splendidly.

Especially since he did get the only thing he'd been asking for...

And since his dad is part-owner of the team now, and he wants to be Clay Matthews, it was only fitting he have a new jersey.

It was all opened in record time.

But nothing says Christmas like Garmadon's Dark Fortress building, which is getting assembled at the most frenetic pace I've ever seen.

And as I was brewing a new cup of coffee in my brand new machine, a beautiful friend came to wish us all a Merry Christmas.(And eat my juniper berries, but we're not being picky.)

Merry Christmas to you.