Christmas Morning Coffee

Well, I've done it again - beat everyone else in the house in getting up. 7am, and not many creatures are stirring in this house. I can remember 5am mornings when I was growing up, and I guess the excitement of watching for what Santa has deposited in the living room just has not worn off yet. I'm still just a big ol' toys-r-us kid. I took a quick shower (congested, and want to look purdy for those Christmas morning photos, right?!?), let the dawg out, and started a pot of coffee. My job here is done - it's up to the children to wake up, read the Christmas story together upstairs, and then make our way down to the loot the gifts left with love.