“I don’t want to be good. Santa needs to visit bad girls too.”

Doug and Noah are camping and the girls are with my parents, so I’m home with my oldest and youngest boys. The Christmas music is playing, the tree has lights and I’m blogging and uploading pictures to Flickr instead of doing laundry. If I can get a fire going in the wood stove, tonight I'll watch tv in bed with Evan and Tommy without worrying about anyone sticking popcorn up their nose.