We waited until Mr. Deschamps arrived home.
The girls awoke at 7:30, and we waited until 9:00.
Keeping little hands away from gifts was a challenge.
Santa brought wooden eggs, mice, Honey the dog and pajamas.
Olive loved and savored every gift.
Elle Belle would rip open any package in her sight.
It was funny and magical and slightly-indulgent.
(I blame the grandparents.)
We finished the morning off with crepes, nutella and berries.
The perfect Christmas...
even if it was a day late.