Nothing is as magical as the first moment on Christmas morning when the kids come down the hall to see the loot before you get a chance to set your camera the way you like it. It's even more magical when your son likes to point with his middle finger.
We had Christmas at home this year and it was really nice being just the four of us Chirstmas morning. Then we headed to my folks and had some pickled herring like everyone else does and finished with a hayride. It was cool, there were big huge snowflakes falling but none of them stuck.