Christmas Day part 1

Traditions.... it's what I do.  It really gets my motor running when one or both of the boys request something we have done in the past.  For instance, Ford requested the traditional Christmas morning "run through".

 Ford's Santa pile

 Annie's Santa pile

 John Brantley's Santa pile

 Christmas Eve night their Daddy (whom I referred to as Ebeneezer for several days) told the boys they couldn't get up until 6:30.  Ford went to sleep all upset/partially crying over this news.  Christmas morning at 6:28 I went upstairs to get them up.  Ford was awake and standing next to his bed, and The Bit was passed smooth out.

Here they come....

 Or here Ford came... where's Bit????

 Ahhhh yes, the football helmet he so desperately needed!

 Notice that fire.  Trey loves a fire.  It can be 75 degrees and bye George, HE WILL HAVE A FIRE!

 Lord help us.... a BB gun!

 And my kid gets excited over a trash can!!!

 The barn!  The barn!  THE BARN!!!!!!

 Sister just pretty much tasted everything.... she didn't care what she got.

 Tats!

 Moving on into the next room to open gifts from Momma and Daddy

 The Bit opened a tractor here.  Gift #2 was a fleece jacket.  Mom fail!!!!!!  He made a face, said it was NOT his, threw it at me, and walked off!

 Yes, I got up at 5:00 AM and showered!  I'm just that way...

 Ohhh the kids.... ohhh the matching pajamas!!!!!!!

 He worries her TO DEATH!!!  Soon she will wear his butt out and I'll laugh!

 Eye black... everyone needs eye black.

 Maybe Bitty doesn't

 The end of Christmas Day part 1