Christmas morning everyone slept late, snug in our own beds at home. Dean was the first to get up sometime after 8:30. He went to the tree and immediately noticed new gifts were underneath. Then he become VERY upset, you see he noticed two packages he believed to be fishing poles. The Twinners had been requesting fishing poles from Santa since the first time they were presented the question many weeks back. And now, here they were, and he was ANGRY. He kept saying he didn't want TWO fishing poles.
"TWO?" I questioned?
"YES, I don't want two!"
"What if one is for your sister?" I said.
"She won't want two either!"
"But I thought you each wanted a pole? and you think there are two under the tree" now thoroughly confused!
"Well I don't want TWO! I know that is a fishing pole. Why would you get me one if Santa is going to bring it?"
Dean waited patiently for his sister to wake up. In the mean time, I popped 4 Advil, put the french toast bake in the oven, and hopped in the shower. I had woke up dripping in sweat, perhaps breaking my high fever for a bit. I have no idea when my throat has been that sore and painful.
Then the action happened.
Favorite gifts (besides the fishing poles) included a jacket for Emma the dolly for Marly and a remote control car for Dean.