Look, Mommy, Santa is celebrating Jesus's birthday!

Yesterday, we went to see Santa for our first and only time this year. My review of Bloomingdales' Santa? Santa himself = two thumbs up; he was very good with the children. The decor, etc = not so much. Since it took us approximately six minutes to make it from the door of our apartment to the very short line, I'm pretty sure we'll be repeat customers.

Apparently, our trip to Santa worked because we came home to a package from Aunt Cindi. Some things in the package were wrapped and went under the tree to be opened on Christmas morning. Others, not so much.

Evelyn hasn't stopped playing with Polly Pocket since. I see stretching before me a long love/hate relationship with Polly, who has shoes so small they might actually be too tiny to constitute a choking hazard.

Hyrum loved his crib quilt (and his tongue; he's very into his tongue these days).

The only thing he loved more was the idea of tearing into the mint M&Ms. Good luck with that, little buddy.