On the third day of Christmas...

I have a lot of photos from Christmas so I'm parsing them out over the extended holiday. I wish the governor would stop by my home because if he did, I'm sure he'd declare it a disaster area and I could really use some state funding to hire a maid. Here is the living room after Santa came. I know it's a bit dark and you can't really see the ridiculousness that occurs when there's not only Santa but Mommy & Daddy, 3 sets of grandparents, 5 sets of aunts and uncles and 3 rogue aunts in the mix, but you get the idea.

And here is the living room upon discovery the next morning (Note: When Kate woke up she said "It's Christmas!" and Jeremiah concurred. She then said "I should wear my Christmas dress!" and Jeremiah tried to convince her she should remain in her PJs, but she refused. We did not subject the children to such formal attire. We're PJs people as you can detect from the partial view of my Yummy Sushis in the background here.):

It took all day, because Sarah got tired and needed a 2-hour nap during present opening and because Kate wanted to play with each item she opened and because I got hungry and wanted to pause to make bagels. But after all was said and done, this is what we ended up with: