Ah, Christmas. The excitement. The anticipation. The suspense. Juniper spent days eagerly petting her presents and dancing around the tree singing Jingle Bells. She asked about Santa Claus constantly. Landing on roof? With reindeer? Bringing books? And chocolate? Visions of sugar plums certainly danced in my little girl's head. And when the day finally arrived? Well, it chewed her up and spit her out.
She was utterly overwhelmed by the sheer volume of wrapped presents under the tree. She set about opening each one with serious determination. Must open. Examine. Discard paper. Move on to the next one. About a quarter of the way through, she was exhausted. She was a little present-opening zombie.
Trying to refuel with some chocolate santas:
A new stuffed owl from Uncle Jon earned us a hint of a smile...
but in the end, she buckled under the pressure of all those wrapped presents.
but couldn't keep up either.