After eating dinner and playing games with David's extended family, he and I went to my parents' house to unwrap our Christmas pajamas.
After opening gifts with David's family, we returned the following morning to have Christmas with my family. My mom made Christmas quiche and wonderfully yummy cinnamon pull-apart bread.
Every year my mom sets up a treasure hunt that has us all tearing through the house in search of clues and hidden presents. I hope that she realizes that she'll be doing this until the day she dies. We have done it every year but one, when she erroneously assumed that perhaps Jared and I had gotten too old and considered it childish; silly woman. :) Anyway, all morning long Jared had been complaining that he had been hearing a mouse in his bedroom. As Jared has faulty hearing at best (most teenagers do), nobody really paid him much attention - until I opened my chocolate orange at the end of the hunt to discover the orange foil completely gone and the orange itself covered in tiny bite marks.
Jared, finally vindicated, spent the afternoon repeatedly saying, "I told you so!" Well, at least the mouse had a good Christmas, too.
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