It was the morning before Christmas

The sun is making an appearance through the grey clouds outside.

The coffee maker came out of its exile under the sink so I could make a pot of Millstone Holiday Peppermint.

The honeycrisp apple is sliced up and sprinkled with cinnamon.

Heir No. One is playing with Bionicles on the island in the kitchen, and babbling ad nauseum about them in terms only he understands.

Heir No. Two has his Thomas coloring book and is trying despirately to announciate the name of the characters he wants so much to tell me about.

Maybe I'll get over to the gym for a quick workout later, before we head over to Papa and Nana's house for the festivities there this evening. There is a lot of wrapping to do tonight. I love this time of year.