After hosting another great Feast of the Seven Fishes last night, I awoke to the whispers of my three daughters, waiting patiently for their parents to get out of bed already so they could open their gifts from Santa.
After presents, we all sat down together in the kitchen and had pancakes (made from scratch because we had no mix left), orange juice served in champagne flutes, and fresh strawberries. It was a great way to start the day, and made me appreciate yet again that the true gifts in my life were right there, sitting around that table.
Merry Christmas!