Christmas morning dawned.
Small people woke early, but someone had been up earlier.
So the tree lights were on.
They reflected in windowpanes as the light of day increased.
The kettle on the stove reflected the family gathered ’round the hearth.
Young fingers explored the contents of the stockings hung on Christmas Eve.
Bigger, older fingers unwrapped the new cast iron frying pan..
Our oldest family fingers unwrapped, too. We were honored to have a great-grandmother with us.
Last year, the youngest had just four or five words.
This year, he must have had a thousand words.
He was chock full of questions, too.
They spilled everywhere.
What a nice mess.