He awoke at 5:30am eager to venture into the living room to see if Santa had validated his good behavior by rewarding him with lots of presents. I think he was more interested however in learning the fate of his older brother since there was some serious concern that Weston's morning rambunctiousness would result in a noticeable decline in presents or at least a lump of coal in his stocking.
He was relieved to discover that Santa Claus was very forgiving this year of his persistently pestering older brother, who somehow managed to dodge an almost certain placement on the Naughty List.
This year for Nicholas it was all about the trucks.
His best buddy at school is Alex. Alex is a high energy boy with a fascination for big rigs. He is a miniature version of Weston and I am not surprised that Nicholas is attracted to his energy. Together they obsess about Coke trucks and tractor trailers with two smoke stacks. You may recall our many rides to school searching for these monstrous vehicles.
Jolly Old Saint Nicholas did not disappoint the budding young truck enthusiast.
Now in high school, Weston's Christmas list consisted mostly of video games and gadgetry, Noticeably absent from his list this year where these multi-wheeled beauties. He was relieved however that Nick's Dora obsession has been temporarily replaced, thanks to Alex, by a lust for heavy machinery. He unapologetically asked his younger brother if he could take a few laps around the living room with the big rigs.
Of course Nicholas was not entirely ready to abandon his dear friend Dora just yet. He asked for only one Dora-themed present this year. The non judgemental, ever tolerant Santa did not disappoint him.
Flash, the cat enjoyed the festivities until the noise level and wrapping paper began to rise to an intolerable level. He sought refuge in a quiet place and found the big rig garage Santa had so kindly provided.
Nicholas thought it was hysterical and named the garage....."the kitty crate"
Muffy spent the entire morning frantically searching for a place to bury her new bone. She could not understand why the carpet would not create an open hole when she scratched it. She finally gave up and hid the bone in her crate.
The boys were happy and well entertained.
Of course, I didn't forget the prerequisite for any proper "boy Christmas"
Once again the 99 cent fake flatulence maker was the overwhelming favorite.