Chelsea Chiccaso: Christmas Day

We always have Christmas morning together. And now we like to wear coordinating pajamas.

Mom started this new tradition in the new house, looking over the banister for a picture before we open presents. For me, the way Mom does Christmas morning makes me feel like such a kid, which I love. We can't look at the Santa set up until she is ready with the camera.

We each have our Santa pile with our stockings. Santa didn't start wrapping gifts until a few years ago, but we learned to adjust. Changing something like Christmas is always a shock at first, even at 28, 24, and 19. :)

Santa leaves little notes for us.

Jules usually opens her stocking first because she is so impatient. This year, she snuck into Mom's room, snooped through some shopping bags, found Angel's present and ripped it open to eat. She should have gotten coal, but she's just too cute. She puked up the treat anyway, so she was punished enough.

And now, the presents.

My boots. I wanted these sooooooooo bad. Thanks, mom!

Jessica got her sewing machine. Her exact words were, "I'm gonna be sewing all over your butts!" So aggressive, Jess.

She pretty much thought every present was a treat.

Getting presents from under the tree.

Her Miss Piggy Pez.

Jules loved her new zebra ball. She used to love to play ball, then took a long break. Drew was over one day and he was acting like a dog playing fetch. Apparently that spoke to Jules somehow, she started playing ball and now she always wants to. Thanks, Drew!