Would somebody please nestle the children?

Two five-year-old relatives, Audrey (T) and Savannah (B) nestled 

in front of the TV to watch an animated movie, "Brave." 

And watch it, they did, lying quietly throughout, dressed in 

the appropriate princess gowns.

Christmas day, my brother, sister-in-law, and I gathered at

their nephew's home to celebrate the day. In all, there were three

sets of parents, eight children five and under, and one big,

friendly dog named Jackson, with two cats

trotting in and out as they dared.

My nephew Joseph's triplets are pretty much non-verbal

as of yet, though they do communicate some 

with sign language. Their mom lined up their chairs

for meal time, where they were joined by their

11-month-old cousin Maggie, whose little

head can be seen lower right.

After the movie was done, all the mayhem associated with unbridled

avarice broke out as presents were distributed. A sea of little 

people milled about, eventually evolving into a procession with toy

cars and push carts trotting through the house in a big circle,

a never-ending race fueled by excitement, sugar, and followed

by one large dog, lap after lap after lap.