I think my favorite part of Christmas was a toss up between Kevin's prime rib (I mean, seriously) and Clara's reaction to the stuffed owl we got her. I can't believe I didn't get it documented. I even sort of anticipated it, for shame! She opened the wrapping with her usual vigor and upon contact with the luscious faux feather/fur (?) screamed, death grip hugged it and started patting its back. Christmas perfection! I can see some epic Christmas mornings in our future. Now get a load of all those cousins in matching striped pajamas. Really though.