Christmas Day 2015

The day came and went as any other, though her joy was palpable. She woke early, bolted upright in our bed and yelled PRESENTS. Then jumped up and out and ripped into the large ones we had placed at the end of her bed for her to open early. She ooed and ahhed over a large make up mirror with stool and squealed as she opened books and crayons and make up brushes and chocolates. The rest of the morning we waited for her cousins and swam in the pool to freshen up for it was already warm. When they arrived later that morning they unwrapped more gifts under Meeme's massive tree and they all laughed happily as they realised they had received what they asked for.

And then we ate. And ate. And ate. And it was glorious and so what Christmas Day should be about.