Christmas. Here and gone. It was very peaceful. No arguing, no fighting, no gimme gimme. Of course, that could have been because I decided, after a long day of work, no offers of help, and tons of presents to wrap on Christmas Eve, that: I am done. I am exhausted. I am sore. I am hurt. I am tired. Jesus is born, that is the gift.
And I went to bed, and there were no presents under the tree in the morning, except for a pair of fleece pj bottoms for all of us. And I was happy, and satisfied, and Rested.
The boys went back to bed until we went to Gramma's for Christmas breakfast.
It was a nice, although different, Christmas Day.

I think they were in shock.