Oh, Santa. I’m so sorry about your hat.
Look on the bright side…we rescued you before she got to your face.
It could’ve been SO. MUCH. worse. I mean, look what she did to her own bed:
Now, regarding behavior. I think I’ve been semi-good. Some of the time. Except for…
At least I remembered to water one of the poinsettias. That should count for something.
I think the 15 year old has gotten confused with the whole “stockings hung from the chimney with care” idea. (Bless his heart…he has other skills).
But just behold how neatly the empty decoration boxes have been stacked. In the living room.
So I guess what I’m hoping is you’ll cut us some slack. We love each other and we love Jesus.
Merry Christmas! There’s always hope for an “after” post, right?