Young N and I are sleeping in the game room at Dad's, while the guest bedroom belongs to N's parents and his toddler sister. We didn't stop to think about the fact that the fireplace is also in the game room, and thus the stockings. We had quite a wait to make sure N was fully asleep before they could be filled.

In the morning, I was blissfully asleep, after a not-very-restful night. A small hand started shaking me. "Uncle! The stockings are here! Let's open them!"

I expressed my disapproval of that notion monosyllabically, which N took as approval to get his stocking down, dump it on the floor, and start shrieking gleefully. Soon everyone else arrived, and there was general merriment. Although toddler Z had some issues with what belonged to who, as she feels any candy on the floor is de jure hers. She did manage to claim some of it de facto.

Then it was breakfast time, with N campaigning to hurry up and make with the present-opening. That had to wait for his Uncle C, Aunt G, and Cousin T to arrive. When they finally did, he was glad to see them, by which I mean he hid. He managed to offer lukewarm hugs upon direct orders, and after some boring grownup conversation, we gathered 'round the tree and opened presents. Much fun ensued.

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