Christmas Day

Here's a top secret Christmas tradition we have.

Because surely nobody else in the world has thought of this one.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

We save boxes for wrapping gifts.

Partly because it's easier to wrap a box than something random and pointy.

And to disguise the gift.

And because we're just weird classy like that.

So that, when Kerry opens a gift wrapped in a Disney box

we can all sing out,

It's just a box!

You know, in case he had a fleeting thought that

someone had actually bought him size 4 Disney Princess shoes.

Some boxes have been passed around for years.

But this year's special attraction were the little boxes that

miniature lights come in.

It's a box!

Wyatt may be mostly growing out of toys, but there was one he mentioned repeatedly,

and Gramma and Grampa came through.

Likewise, Gunnar.

Tate, who was so fixated on plastic soldiers he didn't ask for a Nerf gun,

was momentarily disappointed,

but contented himself with boxes and bags

until - to his joy - he received more toy soldiers.

And money.

Money is always good.

And then, the big finish,

Civil War Reproduction Muskets,

complete with caps.

 Because what is Christmas without munitions.

Ho ho ho.