We had a wonderful Christmas.

Thank goodness, it's over.

It was close to midnight before I made it to bed Christmas Eve.  The next thing on the agenda was breakfast at Nanny's at 9 a.m.  

We've been having breakfast at Nanny's ever since our first child's first Christmas.  As The Husband's siblings married and had children, the crowd grew bigger and bigger.  Now, Nanny has great-grandchildren coming to breakfast.  With the increase in numbers (and Nanny's years), we've divvied-up the cooking job.  My job is to bring the biscuits and cook the eggs.

I rolled out of bed at 5:30 a.m. to see to the biscuits.  I cheated and bought four packages of frozen biscuits.  (Don't frown; they're good.)  As I was opening the bags and putting the biscuits on the baking sheets, I discovered that only one package of biscuits contained full-size biscuits; the rest were "tea biscuits," a little bigger than fifty cent pieces, but there were twice as many of them.  Who cares how big they are as long as there are enough of them?  Slap 'em on the trays and get 'em in the oven.  The Husband and I opened our presents while the biscuits baked, then we loaded the rest of the gifts into the truck and went to Nanny's.

We had about an hour between the eating/gifting at Nanny's and the gifting at Son #2's house.  We came home and rested for a little while, and when it was time to hit the road again, we were so full and lazy that we could barely pry ourselves off the furniture.  But grandbabies awaited, so we loaded the rest of the presents into the truck and headed to their house.

The Little Rotten Baby was barely visible among the pile of toys and boxes.  I finally saw her head bobbing behind a toy ice cream stand that was taller than she was.  I called her name, and she peeped out from behind the toy, grinned, and started toward me.  But it was a hazardous obstacle course for one who was just learning to walk on tiny legs.  I met her halfway and plucked her to safety while her sisters helped their Poppy bring in their new gifts.

Sixteen-year-old Granddaughter #1 had asked us for a refrigerator for cosmetics.  (For real!  Who knew such things even existed?)  The refrigerator came with a couple of little roller thingies designed to massage the face.  One of them even vibrated.  When Granddaughter #1 got around to opening the rollers, she rubbed one across her own face and just about moaned in ecstasy.  She untangled herself from her pile of presents and tried it out on her mom, and since the LRB was sitting in her mom's lap, she tried to roll it across the baby's chubby cheek, as well.  At first, there was a bit of a tussle between the sisters for ownership of the device, but the big sister won and managed to hold down the baby's arms long enough to gently massage the baby's cheek.  And the baby fell back in her mother's arms in submission and, after a few seconds, turned her head in a silent, "Now, do this side."  It was hilarious.

About 4 p.m., with our breakfast wearing off, we packed up to come home.  After all the good, home-cooked food we'd eaten over the past couple of days, I wanted a hamburger, but the fast-food joints weren't open, so we came home and made sandwiches.  I put on my comfy new pajama pants and curled up on the couch with a book, longing for bedtime.  About 9 p.m., just as I was about to call it a night, my BFF called, and we spent 2 hours on the telephone, re-capping our Christmases.

It was a good day.  :)