Your first Christmas...

Dear Nicky,

This morning was your first-ever Christmas morning. Mom and I got a few presents for each other, but you made out like a bandit. It was great to see you reaching for boxes and grabbing at the wrapping to rip it off. It was most impressive. Naturally, with all the presents you received, you enjoyed the boxes and tissue paper the most. A little later, we got in the car and drove out to Aunt Erin's. Traffic was light and the roads were good so we made it in about an hour. I drove fast but carefully. Once there there was some more presents exchanged and much adoration heaped on you. You took a couple bottles out there and a couple solids and a couple naps. We ate a really nice meal around three, then left around 4:30 or so. It was pouring rain and dark when we left, and the big vastness out there in Pennsylvania doesn't have a lot of lights on the roads, but we did fine coming back, even though we had to drop Granny off in Summit to get her car, which was driven out there by Uncle Matt. Everything's a production out there, and you and I are always the most reasonable and flexible once (a sign of a superior intellect!).

Love,
Dad