Its Christmas Eve. The secret toy is waiting to dry from one last coat of paint (and a stabilizing fix since a cat had jumped on it). The stockings are hung up by the tree on a cord, and I'm waiting for sleep to settle over the house so I can fill them. We baked hazelnut cookies and the reindeer have eaten one downstairs. Esme is in bed.
I hope everyone has a lovely time with their families! I am grateful to be able to rest at home that day and be with mine.