Santa... I know him!

 I felt like a kid again on Christmas Eve. I was too excited to sleep, because I knew that Santa had filled the stockings and delivered the gifts under the tree. Owen understood who Santa was and that he was bringing him presents. I told him that he had to close his eyes and go right to sleep so that Santa could come, and he didn't even fuss. I am pretty sure he was asleep in 5 minutes, when he sometimes sings and talks in his room for 30 minutes. The next morning when Owen woke up and came out to the living room he asks, "where is Santa?" So, he almost understood the concept. He was appreciative of the man leaving all the gifts but was disappointed that he left without even saying hi or goodbye. Owen was in charge of passing out the gifts and was even a little concerned that we did not have as many as he did. We were all having such a good time that we forgot to take any good photos.

 Playing in his club house tent.

For Christmas dinner Adam put on his very best holiday outfit and Aunt Betty just so happened to have the exact same idea. Twins!