(But just of Jaxon, because raise your hand if you want to see me eating a cookie. I didn't think so).
By the way, the cookies were delicious.
Really, seriously delicious.
Then Jaxon hung Santa's key outside (since we don't have a fireplace, we have a magic key--obviously).
And came in for one last photo op before bed.
(It isn't his fault that he's really ridiculously good looking).
And were we up bright and early Christmas morning?
Er, no. (And don't tell me how offended you are by the unpainted, yet taped, white hallway--because, me too).
But Jaxon was finally wrested from bed, and behold: