Christmas Eve

We arrived at my cousin’s house (or as Cordy calls it, “The palace!”) and the girls are adorable and charming.

An hour later, Santa arrives with a giant bag of presents.

All of the kids surround him to make sure he can’t escape claim their gifts.

But wait! Where are my children? Well…

They both missed out on Santa and the gift exchange. But the next day would be better, right?

Christmas Day

The day started early (as usual) and Cordy opened her presents from the night before. She especially loved the train set.

Then we let her open her gifts from Santa. All she had wanted was a magic wand and a ballerina skirt. She ignored the tutu until she opened the magic wand. Suddenly it all fit together:

She immediately went to work trying to make the world right with her magic wand.

“Mira, disappear!”

“I said disappear, Mira!”
“Um, lady, put down the camera and call off the older sister, OK?”

“Is this thing broken? She’s still here.”

By mid-afternoon, the excitement of the day (plus a nasty cold) had taken its toll on everyone, but especially Cordy.

Mira, however, tried to keep herself awake with caffeine.

As for me, well, I only had one Christmas wish this year: (click to enlarge)

…but apparently I didn’t make it onto Santa’s good list. Maybe next year.