...was Mom reading "The Night Before Christmas" to the kids.
"It was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, with the hopes that Santa Claus soon would be there. The children were asleep in their beds while visions of sugar plums danced in their heads. Kids don't understand any of this anymore. And mama in her kerchief - you know what? Mom and dad were in bed. They really need to update this thing."
Ah yes, a traditional Christmas at our house.
Wishing you all a lazy, hockey filled Boxing Day!