Christmas!

Christmas Eve, we told Keltan he needed to stay nite nite bed so Santa could bring him presents.  Well, he got up one time, but Mommy put him back in bed, and he stayed there until 7:15 AM!  Of course, it was then time to see what Santa brought him, and he was not about to let us sleep in any longer!  Daddy stalled, quite purposefully antagonizing the little guy, but eventually his "come on, Daddy" and "hurry Daddy" cries of agony worked, and we went to see what he got.
We had also told him if he didn't stay in bed, the Grinch would come take everything away.  Turns out, he was so good that the Grinch actually left him a present under the tree!  He opened gifts with great gusto, and was excited about them all, even the jacket he got!  He had to try it on, and, with his feet snugly in his warm, bright red Elmo Monster slippers, he was ready to step out on the front porch to try out his new jacket.  Daddy stepped out with him, but with only a light weight hoodie sweatshirt on, I was quite ready to go back inside!  Keltan, however, was not ready, and stepped between the door and me, and said "no no, Daddy.  Stay out here!". So, of course, I stayed and chilled out a little while longer.  Finally, his coat must have proven to be quite warm, and he started taking it off.  At that point, I was able to convince him it was time to go back inside where the heat had it a comfortable temperature. 
He enjoyed his presents, and was ready to play with his new Hot Wheels and the Hot Wheels Trick Tracks he got, when we told him there was a stocking hidden behind the chair.  It was at that moment that nothing else mattered as he found the Big-As-Yo-Face-All-Day-Sugar-Coma-inducing sucker!  He didn't care about the coat.  The Hot Wheels were yesterday's news.  The train set?  Bah...it all paled compared to the dentist's dreamsicle!  And so he commenced to licking the sucker while we opened our gifts to each other.  After a few minutes, we decided the little guy had consumed enough sugar and left enough food dye on his face, and we pried the delightfully sugary treat from him, and washed him up.  And, what do you know?  He was ready to play with his toys! 
We played with his cars for a bit, then we all got dressed and went to Ihop for breakfast.  He picked out a smiley face pancake with strawberries, bananas, and whipped cream, and requested, and received, chocolate milk.  He entertaoned the server, and enjoyed looking at people through the glass (his words, not mine). 
When we got back home, we took all his cars and tracks upstairs.  He played with them for a looong time, and eventually came back downstairs, looked at the tree, and said,"me want open more presents.". "well, there are no more, Bugs", I told him.  "Get me more presents" was his reply. 
I got him to go with me to his room, where we laid out his new train rug and train quilt.  Of course, I couldn't help but crawl under the quilt, and before long, I awoke to being measured with his new tape measure from his contractor's tool kit!  Not sure what the measurements were, because before he told me, he had his hammer and was wanting to go upstairs where he could bang bang. 
Merry Christmas to you!  I hope your day has been at least half as enjoyable as ours!