Elliott is asleep with visions of sugar plums dancing in his head. Earlier tonight his cousins Bea and Margaret (who live just blocks away) paid him a visit. Beatrice was very concerned that Elliott get a present to open on Christmas Eve, so Mr. E got his first chance to rip up some paper. I am pretty sure this is one of the only years where Peat and I will be more excited about Christmas morning than Elliott.
Unwrapping
