This year Joe affectionately likened our Christmas Day to a Blitzkrieg battle. I have no idea if that battle was particularly fast/busy, but all I could envision when he said this was "The Flight of the Bumblebee" and if you think the way I do about it then you have successfully grasped what our Christmas Day is like every year.
Joe and I got to bed around 1:30, then of course Noah got up about 10 minutes later. We handled that quickly. Then at 3:30 Jake comes in. I tell him to go back to bed. Well, that lasted about an hour. I tried telling him to get back to bed, but then I felt guilty, because my Dad ALWAYS got up early with us when we were kids, so I got up. Dang that guilt. After we all woke up we began stage one of our battle/flight: The homefront...