Christmas Day finally arrived. It seemed like we'd been waiting literally for months. In the event, Grace and I woke up at a reasonable hour to open our presents.
We acted like humans and civilly unwrapped our gifts, giving each one its due.
Well, I may have attacked a few of mine like a lion with an appetite.
It's the year of the truck, of course.
Grace did her best to avoid the camera; she hates it so.
And I did my best to get some wear out of all of my new trucks. We hope your day went as well as ours.
