Samantha was a very good little girl this year, and we made sure Santa knew it.
At the foot of her bed in the morning to greet her when she woke, a large red velvet sack was left, bursting to the brim with wrapped gifts. However, as luck (and what has become a rather awful daily habit these days...) would have it, Samantha had stumbled out of her room in the dark, before the dawn could even begin to crack along the horizon, and come into our room to cuddle in our bed for another hour of sleep. When we all awoke again, we had to tell her that there was a wonderful surprise waiting for her on her bed!
We carried the bag down to the living room and sat in front of the tree eating Christmas cookies while she tore into her haul. It was at this point that we all discovered we had two more surprises waiting for us...
...the discovery that someone (oh, okay, Mommy...) had eaten the chocolate chip cookies and drunk the chocolate milk (yes, that's a Guinness half-or-less-pint glass) that had been left out...
...and a (slightly) white Christmas outside. (Sammi insisted on going out to walk around in the dusting, so those are her footprints, not Santa's...) Oh, and see that building just behind the trees? That's her school. How awesome is that?
Among oh-so-many-other-things, Santa brought her a Peppa Pig doll house and family, perfectly sized to match her Olivia doll house and family, creating endless hours of little piggie playdates with both families living next door to each other.
In a cruel twist, Gramma and Grampa gave her an indoor, mini trampoline which Mommy happens to be 20 lbs. too heavy to use... Bah humbug.