Santa come and gone

Knee-deep in torn wrapping paper, the only sound at the Rancho is Mr. B.’s delighted chatter about such as his new Lego X-wing fighter, his Leapster math games, and his Nerf-ball target set. Since he got us up at 6:30 this morning, and although the sun is out for the first time in several days, the wind is gusting to 20 mph, so Mom and Dad are taking it slow and easy. Later, at supper, the sound of popping Christmas crackers. I got the orange crown.