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.