The kids are in bed, even the big kid who no longer believes in Santa Claus. He decided to sleep on the couch watching a Christmas movie. The Santa presents are under the tree. The parents are just about heading up to bed. I’m washing clothes and checking email. We cleaned up from the Xmas dinner and soup is being boiled from the turkey bones. The remaining wine is corked and in the fridge. The remaining cookies are on the counter for those who can still nibble.
How is that for 11:31 on Christmas Eve?