Words cannot describe....

But I'll try. So I sit this evening with my glass of wine, husband newly home from a day in the classroom full of 4th graders and my 2yr old running wild through the living room - typical evening. First he says he's hot, must remove pants pronto. Next thing I see, diaper being flung through air as he flicks it off his foot. So here he is, in the buff from the waste down... (to the ankles - we've got socks on) he decides that a sweatshirt wrapped around his neck with the sleeves dangling off his chin, is equivalent to a beard - more precise, Santa Claus. "Do you want to hug Santa Claus?" he asks walking toward me with excess clothing too far north and not enough south. "Well of course!" 

Oh how Christmas will never be the same and thank goodness for that!