Well after a bit of a tussle with stockings and the idea of shifting traditions around now that we are in our own house for the first time for Christmas since we have been together (Prince George being the only blip in the 8 year run), we have things squared mostly away.
It was a bit off to talk about how Christmas was going to go, since we are so close to how we used to celebrate (being in the same town and all) but not being in the same place to wake up in, not knowing where to hang stockings and who was going to fill them once they were hung!
After much discussion, some grumbling, some hormonal teary eyes and some back and forths, Christmas settled into a nice groove. 
The kids slept until 11am, having been up partying with their cousins at the traditional shingding the night before, and then got up to open their stockings. Elena was so enamoured with the toothbrush at the top of her stocking, she wouldnt open anything else for at least 10 minutes!
Julia, on the other hand, was so into things she didnt know where to look next, but soon got into the groove of opening, admiring what she got and then moving on
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