Am I scrooge if I can't wait to put away the ornaments and tree...not to mention all the toys the kids have gotten in the past two weeks? I swear they reproduce.
Evander now thinks ice cream is the healthy choice at breakfast time and if anyone comes to the house he expects either a gift or a serenade of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing". Christmas is ruining my son. Caleb hides in the back bedroom away from all the chaos, and Jayne...well, she just doesn't know better.
