We kicked off the day with a small celebration at our home, just the three (four?) of us. We made our traditional French toast and exchanged gifts, though I can't say there were many surprises this year. It's very difficult for us to keep Christmas secrets from each other.
In any case, Gus was surprised enough for the both of us. We're still trying to teach him that not every gift is for him. It's slow going, but we're making some progress.
It's such a special season for us for so many reasons - chief among them is the hope stemming from one extraordinary life. The most incredible gift. Have a wonderful, blessed Christmas, wherever you are.